 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
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Aspire.
Higher, higher, ever higher,—
Let thy watchword be “Aspire!”
Noble Christian youth;
Whatsoe'er be God's behest,
Try to do that duty best
In the strength of Truth.
Let thy watchword be “Aspire!”
Noble Christian youth;
Whatsoe'er be God's behest,
Try to do that duty best
In the strength of Truth.
Let a just Ambition fire
Every motive and desire
God and man to serve;
Man, with zeal and honour due,
God, with gratitude most true,
And all the spirit's nerve!
Every motive and desire
God and man to serve;
Man, with zeal and honour due,
God, with gratitude most true,
And all the spirit's nerve!
115
Let not Doubt thine efforts tire,
God will give what all require,—
Raiment, home, and food;
And with these contented well,
Bid thine aspirations swell
To the Highest Good!
God will give what all require,—
Raiment, home, and food;
And with these contented well,
Bid thine aspirations swell
To the Highest Good!
From the perils deep and dire
Of Temptation's sensual mire
Keep thy chasten'd feet;
Dread, and hate, and turn away
From the lure that leads astray,
Satan's pleasure-cheat!
Of Temptation's sensual mire
Keep thy chasten'd feet;
Dread, and hate, and turn away
From the lure that leads astray,
Satan's pleasure-cheat!
And, while thus a self-denier,
Stand the stalworth self-relier,—
Bravely battling on,
Though alone,—no soul alive
Ever stoutly dared to strive
But saw the battle won!
Stand the stalworth self-relier,—
Bravely battling on,
Though alone,—no soul alive
Ever stoutly dared to strive
But saw the battle won!
116
Though thy path be thorn and brier,
Every step shall bring thee nigher
To Creation's prize;
With “Excelsior” on thy flag,
Thou shalt tread the topmost crag,
And soar into the skies.
Every step shall bring thee nigher
To Creation's prize;
With “Excelsior” on thy flag,
Thou shalt tread the topmost crag,
And soar into the skies.
Higher, then, and always higher,—
Let thy motto be “Aspire!”
Whosoe'er thou be;
Holy liver! happy dier!
Earth's poor best, and Heaven's quire,
Are reserved for thee!
Let thy motto be “Aspire!”
Whosoe'er thou be;
Holy liver! happy dier!
Earth's poor best, and Heaven's quire,
Are reserved for thee!
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |