(Jerome Epstein--August 8, 1912)
Lo--to the battle-ground of Life,
Child, you have come, like a conquering shout,
Out of a struggle--into strife;
Out of a darkness--into doubt.
Girt with the fragile armor of Youth,
Child, you must ride into endless wars,
With the sword of protest, the buckler of truth,
And a banner of love to sweep the stars.
About you the world's despair will surge;
Into defeat you must plunge and grope--
Be to the faltering an urge;
Be to the hopeless years a hope!
Be to the darkened world a flame;
Be to its unconcern a blow--
For out of its pain and tumult you came,
And into its tumult and pain you go.