THE WORLD GROWS BETTEROh! the earth is full of sinningAnd of trouble and of woe,But the devil makes an inningEvery time we say it’s so.And the way to set him scowling,And to put him back a pace,Is to stop this stupid growling,And to look things in the face.If you glance at history’s pages,In all lands and eras known,You will find the buried agesFar more wicked than our own.As you scan each word and letter.You will realise it more,That the world to-day is betterThan it ever was before.There is much that needs amendingIn the present time, no doubt;There is right that needs amending,There is wrong needs crushing out.And we hear the groans and cursesOf the poor who starve and die,While the men with swollen pursesIn the place of hearts go by.But in spite of all the troubleThat obscures the sun to-day,Just remember it was doubleIn the ages passed away.And those wrongs shall all be righted,Good shall dominate the land,For the darkness now is lightedBy the torch in Science’s hand.Forth from little motes in Chaos,We have come to what we are;And no evil force can stay us—We shall mount from star to star,We shall break each bond and fetterThat has bound us heretofore;And the earth is surely betterThan it ever was before.
Oh! the earth is full of sinningAnd of trouble and of woe,But the devil makes an inningEvery time we say it’s so.And the way to set him scowling,And to put him back a pace,Is to stop this stupid growling,And to look things in the face.
If you glance at history’s pages,In all lands and eras known,You will find the buried agesFar more wicked than our own.As you scan each word and letter.You will realise it more,That the world to-day is betterThan it ever was before.
There is much that needs amendingIn the present time, no doubt;There is right that needs amending,There is wrong needs crushing out.And we hear the groans and cursesOf the poor who starve and die,While the men with swollen pursesIn the place of hearts go by.
But in spite of all the troubleThat obscures the sun to-day,Just remember it was doubleIn the ages passed away.And those wrongs shall all be righted,Good shall dominate the land,For the darkness now is lightedBy the torch in Science’s hand.
Forth from little motes in Chaos,We have come to what we are;And no evil force can stay us—We shall mount from star to star,We shall break each bond and fetterThat has bound us heretofore;And the earth is surely betterThan it ever was before.