Be sturdy! We’re not right here to play, to dream, to float, We now have exhausting work to do, and masses to carry. Shun not the wrestle, face it, ’tis God’s present. Be sturdy! Say not the times are evil – who’s accountable? And fold the arms and acquiesce – O disgrace. Rise up, communicate out, and bravely, in God’s title. Be sturdy! It issues not how deep-entrenched the fallacious, how exhausting the battle goes, the day how lengthy, Faint not, battle on! Tomorrow comes the tune.