Our City Beautiful

Our City Beautiful.
9.3

Een tho’ our hearts be steeped in tears
And, bent our souls by miery:
Een tho we look where once we loved-
That loved, now ashes at our feet,
Stifle, they cry-who dares to weep?
Raise up thine head and worship Goal!
For-O, my soul, be we the strength;
For-O, my soul, be we the force,
Be we the right-the thought- trust-the
To raise our city from its fall
And deck the West with towers. of gold!
-Harriet Bartnett.