[Pg 43]

It matters not how low our lot

We rise by honest trial;

No effort made for needed aid

E'er met complete denial.

The soul expands when it demands

A right for self and others,

And darkest night has ray of light

For honest helpful brothers.

A noble soul spurns the control

Would bind in servile fetters;

No chains can bind God-given mind

Inspired by love and letters.

An earnest will can ne'er be still

Though oft its hopes be baffled,

It will succeed though victims bleed

And die upon the scaffold.

Loud shout and sing, "Crown Effort King,"

And let the watchword be

This earnest prayer heard everywhere,

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