Who dwells with everlasting truth
And lets that truth possess his soul;
Who has companionship with youth
To keep him young as swift years roll;
Who writes his story on the page
Of history by labor hard;
And builds his life into his age,
Has his reward.
Who opens eyes that else were blind
Till they behold the earth and sky;
Who wakens interest in the mind
That else were barren, dead, and dry;
Who gently takes a weary hand
And lays it in the Palm that’s scarred;
Though others own the gold and land,
Has his reward.