Though the world be so cruel,
Though the world be so wrong;
'Tis no great excuse
To no longer be strong.
Though all hope may have vanished,
All's in vain it may seem;
'Tis no great excuse
To no longer dream.
Though all men have no goodness,
All are selfish and rude;
'Tis no great excuse
To join their dull brood.
Though all life may be hopeless,
And all love be gone;
'Tis no great excuse
To pronounce your life done.
And when all the world crumbles,
And life lies in waste;
Make it your reason
To win over Fate.
