Onward moves the whole Creation,
Working out the eternal plan;
Sun and planet, stream and ocean,
Flower and forest, beast and man,
Never resting, ever going
Forward on their destined way;
Spring to Summer-glory growing,
Morn merging into Day.
Forward, Brother, then be going,
To the might of manhood move;
And thy going be ‘t in growing,
And thy growing be ‘t in love.