Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down?
There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.
Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man.
Oh! Much may be done by defying The ghosts of Despair and Dismay And much may be gained by relying On "Where there's a Will There's a Way."
Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis "good works" make the man.
A cheer, then, for the noblest breast That fears not danger's post; And like the lifeboat, proves a friend, When friends are wanted most.
