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Rh Let everyone of us hold firmly in his hands the most sacred standard of humanity, let him not extinguish within his bosom the lambent flame that calls us to a triumph of good over evil.  

 

Clearer sounds the skylark's trilling; Flowers of springtime bloom more fair, Hearts with inspiration filling; Heavens full of beauty rare.

Broken are the bonds of sadness; Laid aside all fetters low; New life's current runs with gladness In a full, triumphant flow.

Chiming fresh, young power attending, Mighty harmonies arise, Like to music, strains ascending From the earth unto the skies.