Article #80 - Poem - Move On

            The Pocopson Journal

A monthly periodical, Devoted to Science Literature &c.

                                    November 1852

            Move On

The march of life should never stay

  All things should onward tend

Men should not prolong progression’s sway

  But strive to move and mend

The waters move in depth of ocean

  The streams along the dales

And rivulets with onward motion

  Through sweet and verdent [sic] vales

                                    Move on

The clouds move gentle through the sky

  The earth rolls ever on

Time swiftly in its course runs by

  And years pass one by one

Man too should strive to follow them

  In this their onward way

Permitting naught the tide to stem

  But ever day by day

                                    Move on

Men may be wiser if they strive

  More virtuous if they will

And who within the world would thrive

  Must aim at higher still

Let bigots stand by doctrines old

  The wise will pass them by

Weak minds will cling with subtle hold

  But strong ones valiantly

                                    Move on

Like the water rolling to the ocean

  Down mountains filled on high

Like clouds forever in commotion

  That move across the sky

We will forever onward press

  The fetterless and free

And deeming virtue happiness

  Our watch word ever be

                                    Move on