Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?
Pioneers! 0 pioneers!
For
we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt
of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! 0 pioneers!
0
you, youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of
manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you, Western youths, see you
tramping tvith the foremost,
Pioneers! 0 pioneers!
Have
the elder races halted? Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied,
over there beyond the seas? We take up the task eternal, and the
burden, and the lesson,
Pioneers! 0 pioneers!
All
the past we leave behind; We debouch upon a newer, mightier world,
varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and
the march,
Pioneers! 0 pioneers!
