“Bring us out of this mountain of doom, Our upturned world of woe, Take us leap by leap, by leap, along, To glories yet unknown. Every step on these silver stairs, Over ancient abysmal heights, Brings us closer to Blue Moss Hills, Out of darkness and into the light. The Immovable Mountain heaved, And from stone to stone we soared. By Fay’s stone book we look and see, And we live by Flint’s stone sword. We go on with grateful hearts, For this inheritance so kind, Our fathers dreamed, believed, and leapt, So that we, one day, might fly.”
