Heir of All the Ages

Heir of all the ag­es

I—

Heir of all that they have wrought!

All their store of em­prise high

All their wealth of pre­cious thought!

Every gold­en deed of theirs

Sheds its lus­ter on my way;

All their la­bors

all their pray­ers

Sanctify this pre­sent day.

Heir of all that they have earned

By their pass­ion and their tears;

Heir of all that they have learned

Through the wea­ry

toil­ing years.

Heir of all the faith sub­lime

On whose wings they soared to Heav’n;

Heir of ev­ery hope that Time

To earth’s faint­ing sons hath giv’n.

Aspirations pure and high

Strength to do and to en­dure;

Heir of all the ag­es

I—

Lo

I am no long­er poor!