Once the welcome light has broken,
Who shall say
What the unimagined glories
Of the day?
What the evil that shall perish
In its ray?
Aid the dawning tongue and pen;
Aid it, hopes of honest men;
Aid it, paper – aid it, type –
Aid it, for the hour is ripe,
And our earnest must not slacken
Men of thought, and men of action,
Clear the way!
*Esperance – means "Hope". Obsolete, from Middle English
esperaunce, derived from Middle French esperance.