1. Shine on, as the star blazed
Illuminating what gloom enshrouded

2. March on though the goal be distant
Blaze the trail, tire you not

3. Extend your arms, for they are
An endless spring of effort

4. Give your hearts that they be drained
For the cause of truth, else be gone

5. For it suits not the glory of struggle
That the weak for its victory be robbed

6. And that "tomorrow" be a name engraved
With souls' torment, no boon granted free

7. And though I the vessel of hope be
In the gloom of despair, undefeated

8. I promise you from a "morrow" true
While the false through promise sins

9. Before you a path lies, mined,
With all manner of fears, arduous

10. Barred by giants,
Its routes kept by monsters

11. And it will show, once dusk dispels,
Who strives, and who frolics

12. For it will give your "hours" a spin
By what your "hand" does not delight

13. A "fearful" will betray you
A "fox" will haggle with you

14. Will walk with you one step
Then leave you tired another

15. Long will grow the wretched road's ordeal
And he who can't, will

16. Strait will your houses feel
While the "prisons" for you gape wide

17. So say to those who think the struggle
Is a farm's excess, they lie

18. And say to those who think the masses
Beasts to spur: O "fox"

19. You want things to go right
And "the worst" superseded by the best

20. And a nation divided by creed and doctrine
Reunited

21. And the planters enjoy the fruit
And the toiler possess the land

22. You want the laborers to get
Their fill of life so long denied

23. You want to stab at the heart
Of deep-rooted natures and strike

24. And without that, to kindle
Life's inferno, and go unfed

25. And to vomit up the grit
And with it get your fill

26. So think not you are in this fray
"Amateurs" brought in by a game

27. Think not some "investor" villain
Rejoices at meeting his doom

28. Think not some "colonist" can be
Stirred against with no rage earned

29. Think not your "homeland" with the blood
Of its own left undefiled

30. Think not "they may thirst"
While water's in their palms

31. So denounce the traitor, tempted
By fruits sweet, still growing

32. And tell the hard toiler of harvests
Sweet, from trees that endure

33. Do not despair, for these hands
Will write history as they desire