THE GOAL OF LIFE
THERE is a beauty at the goal of life,A beauty growing since the world began,Through every age and race, through lapse and strife,Till the great human soul complete her span.Beneath the waves of storm that lash and burn,The currents of blind passion that appal,To listen and keep watch till we discernThe tide of sovereign truth that guides it all;So to address our spirits to the height,And so attune them to the valiant whole,That the great light be clearer for our light,And the great soul the stronger for our soul:To have done this is to have lived, though fameRemember us with no familiar name.
THERE is a beauty at the goal of life,A beauty growing since the world began,Through every age and race, through lapse and strife,Till the great human soul complete her span.Beneath the waves of storm that lash and burn,The currents of blind passion that appal,To listen and keep watch till we discernThe tide of sovereign truth that guides it all;So to address our spirits to the height,And so attune them to the valiant whole,That the great light be clearer for our light,And the great soul the stronger for our soul:To have done this is to have lived, though fameRemember us with no familiar name.
THERE is a beauty at the goal of life,A beauty growing since the world began,Through every age and race, through lapse and strife,Till the great human soul complete her span.Beneath the waves of storm that lash and burn,The currents of blind passion that appal,To listen and keep watch till we discernThe tide of sovereign truth that guides it all;So to address our spirits to the height,And so attune them to the valiant whole,That the great light be clearer for our light,And the great soul the stronger for our soul:To have done this is to have lived, though fameRemember us with no familiar name.
THERE is a beauty at the goal of life,
A beauty growing since the world began,
Through every age and race, through lapse and strife,
Till the great human soul complete her span.
Beneath the waves of storm that lash and burn,
The currents of blind passion that appal,
To listen and keep watch till we discern
The tide of sovereign truth that guides it all;
So to address our spirits to the height,
And so attune them to the valiant whole,
That the great light be clearer for our light,
And the great soul the stronger for our soul:
To have done this is to have lived, though fame
Remember us with no familiar name.