Our Future
Our future is a far distant land
In a valley protected and warm.
Beyond the far sea - on a far distant shore
Oft I dream of her beauty and charm.
For often the bitter storms of life
Barr the passage that leads back home;
It is then that I hear a beckoning voice,
"Press forward, press forward, be strong.
Don't fear the waves, the breakers, the storm;
Have hope, have faith, press forward, come home.
Believe in sweet victory; the fight's not in vain.
Go forward brave heart, go forth and attain!!"
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