There's a song that is ringing through echoless caves, There's a current that's turning the world and its waves, There's a spirit that walks on the measureless sea, Of Time in her glory unfettered and free.
There's a power that's rising and scattering afar, The mists of the past, and disclosing the star, That shall beam and out-shine every planet of light, And eclipse in its glory the wonders of Night,
The song of salvation, the stifling of creed, The one law of love that the Master decreed, It heralds the anthem of glory and peace, That sounding shall flow, when the centuries cease.
The current of action, that great Nature's will, Doth guide through the forces of inventive skill, Shall pierce to the home of the planet and star, And reveal all the glory that shineth afar.
The spirit of Science, that fearlessly treads, The shrines of the ancient, whose kingdoms lie dead, Shall reveal to the ear of the Future the dream, And tell us the truths that the ages have seen.
She shall journey through glacier and limitless snow, For far to the North her music shall flow, From the farthest expanses of creation's sphere, Her banner shall wave, and her compass shall steer.
She shall stand face to face with the wonders of Heaven, And speak with the tongues that the Father hath given, To his children above, in the limitless sky, The peoples and planets of ages gone by.
The beast shall be freed from the bondage of toil, And no more shall the ships in the blue waters roll, The reign of the steam-king shall perish for aye, And a measureless wonder of speed in the sky, Their eyes shall behold who shall people our sphere, For the travelers steeds shall be yoked in the air.
Then the kingdoms and peoples, and teachers of men, Shall be taught by a power aside from the pen, The power of Creation shall rise and make room, For the great hand of Progress to scatter the gloom.
We shall lie in our graves, and the ages shall roll, And the centuries drift, and the Future unfold, The volumes of science, of knowledge and power, Unclasped by the Hand that holds the Earth's dower.
Roll ages, roll on, roll centuries roll, The earth shall decay, but immortal the soul, But the flowers we garner in gardens of Love, Forever shall bloom in the Eden above.
