PROGRESS.
There's a song that is ringing through echoless caves,There's a current that's turning the world and its waves,There's a spirit that walks on the measureless sea,Of Time in her glory unfettered and free.
There's a power that's rising and scattering afar,The mists of the past, and disclosing the star,That shall beam and out-shine every planet of light,And eclipse in its glory the wonders of Night,
The song of salvation, the stifling of creed,The one law of love that the Master decreed,It heralds the anthem of glory and peace,That sounding shall flow, when the centuries cease.
The current of action, that great Nature's will,Doth guide through the forces of inventive skill,
