1 Our days of youth, though not from folly free,
We prize the truth the more the world we see;
We'll keep the right path, lead where'er it may,
The voice of truth we'll hear and obey.
Our footsteps lead, O Truth, and mould our will,
In word and deed, our duty to fulfil;
Dishonest arts to truth can ne'er belong.
No need of ours shall be a deed of wrong.

2 The strength of youth, we see it soon decay;
But strong is truth, and stronger everyday;
Though falsehood mighty we in vain assail,
The truth will, in the end, prevail.
The friends of youth, O, let them always be
The friends of truth, such friends as here we see!
If men deceive, and on them fortune smile,
Still truth for us,--the heart that's free from guile.