  Rolling on to glory, Still the old world goes! Still the ancient story Of the wants and woes; Here a little sighing, There a little song, Preaching, praying, dying, Down the ways of wrong! Rolling on to glory, Still the old world goes, Through the battles gory Here it sees a vision, There it gains a truth, Moving with precision To immortal youth! Keep the laughter sunny As you walk the night: Neither might nor money Brings the living light! Still the ancient story Love, the Wonder, knows: Rolling on to glory Still the old world goes! |
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