Though the sun beat all day upon the mud,
Still foul the mud remains and bright the sun.
For naught that we call science,
If there be none to teach.
Can by its own endeavours
The highest summit reach.
The faithful servant shall his guerdon have.
Though the sun beat all day upon the mud,
Still foul the mud remains and bright the sun.
For naught that we call science,
If there be none to teach.
Can by its own endeavours
The highest summit reach.
The faithful servant shall his guerdon have.