Let us be right, though all the world may follow
The broken fabric of some failing dream.
As sounds upon our ears its outcry hollow,
And men lose all for some deceiving scheme,
Let us forsake the gold and tinsel masking,
And live for things enduring and secure.
Whate’er the prize the idle crowd is asking,
Let us be right. The path of truth is sure.
Let us be right, whatever seem our losing,
Some day the tide will turn, and men will know
The thing abiding. Then the common choosing
Will be the substance, not the empty show.
Let us be right. When self’s poor plans are shattered
And all the castles lifted mountain high
By evil hand, are broken down and shattered,
The right shall stand beneath the mighty sky.