Classic Poem

Aye, the world is a better old world today!
And a great good mother this earth of ours;
Her white tomorrows are a white stairway
To lead us up to the far star flowers—
The spiral tomorrows that one by one
We climb and we climb in the face of the sun.

Aye, the world is a braver old world today!
For many a hero dares bear with wrong—
Will laugh at wrong and will turn away;
Will whistle it down the wind with a song—
Dares slay the wrong with his splendid scorn!
The bravest old hero that ever was born!