When gossips' talk and traitor's scheming,
And jealous fiends on evil bent,
With basest vices unredeeming,
Brand the names of the innocent;

When hope's bright sun seems nearly setting,
The future dim and cloudy lies,
And you mere tired of life are getting,
And tears of sorrow dim the eyes;

Cheer up, take courage, do not falter,
Truth will triumph by and by,
Time all evil things will alter,
Vice and wickedness must die.