If these endure when all the old world crashes,
If these stars shine above the last gun's roll:
Strength to raise brave new towers on sacred ashes,
Courage to build new mansions for the soul;
Faith to point loftier spires to kindlier heavens,
Wisdom to soar above the fear of fear;
Beauty to feed the earth with nobler leavens,
And rear the Holy City now and here;
Peace that shall yield no more to greed's dictation,
Freedom from want and loneliness and pain,
Love like a white flag over every nation —
If these endure we have not fought in vain.

If these endure when all the old world crashes,
— If these stars shine above the last gun's roll:
Strength to raise brave new towers on sacred ashes,
— Courage to build new mansions for the soul;
Faith to point loftier spires to kindlier heavens,
— Wisdom to soar above the fear of fear;
Beauty to feed the earth with nobler leavens,
— And rear the Holy City now and here;
Peace that shall yield no more to greed's dictation,
— Freedom from want and loneliness and pain,
Love like a white flag over every nation —
— If these endure we have not fought in vain.