Daulac sprang out before us then, 
     
     Shamed in our fears; 
     
    

    
     Glorious was his face to see, 
     
    

    
     The face of one who listens and hears 
     
     Voices unearthly, summonings high— 
     
     Rang his tone like a clarion, “Men, 
     
     See yonder star in the golden sky, 
     
     Such a man’s duty is to him, 
     
    

    
     A beacon that will not flicker nor dim, 
     
     Shining through darkness and despair. 
     
     Almost the martyr’s crown is yours! 
     
     Thinking the price too high to be paid, 
     
     Will you leave the sacrifice half made? 
     
     I tell you God will answer the prayer 
     
     Of the soul that endures! 
     
    
   
   
    
     “Comrades, far in the future I see 
     
     A mighty land; 
     
     Throned among the nations of earth, 
     
    
   
   
    
     Noble and happy, calm and free; 
     
    

    
     As a veil were lifted I see her stand, 
     
    

    
     And out of that future a voice to me 
     
     Promises that our names shall shine 
     
    

    
     On the page of her story with lustre divine 
     
     Impelling to visions and deeds of worth. 
     
    
   
   
    
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