Tired traveler trudging life's troublesome highway,
Dark clouds cast their gloom where thy pathway doth run.
Brave not the dense mists of the dangerous byway,
Seek the light, seek the right, turn thy face to the sun.
O wanderer weird, since thou entered life's portal,
Full many a sin in the flesh has been done.
Repent of thy wrong, to sin is but mortal,
The future is thine, turn thy face to the sun.
O, thou weak and oppressed, a new era is dawning,
Right battled with might and a victory won.
Grope not in the night. Watch the gleam of the morning,
Doff sorrow and gloom. Turn thy face to the sun.
