Do you know the weight of a heavy hour
When the heart is weary and hope seems weak?
When the strength of life has lost its power,
And shadows of doubt around you creep?
Then call to mind that noblest word
Which echoes through the ages still;
’Tis Duty’s voice — a voice unheard
By those who falter at its will.
For Duty stands in stern array,
With calm, unchanging, patient face,
And points the narrow, rugged way
That leads to strength and lasting grace.