Of childhood's innocence,

Or thinks that he should ever dwell

At such an eminence,

That he can never bend to raise

And cheer a longing heart,

Will waste his precious hours and days,

And finally depart

Without such fruitage or reward

As ever should be given

To him, who serves master or Lord,

And hopes for bliss in heaven.

Who sees no soul-buds here expand

To blossom by and by,

Hath fathomed not the great command

For which we live and die.

The State demands that every son

And daughter shall be free

From ignorance and vice which run

Toward crime and misery.

The future of our noble State

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