I wouldn’t go back, if I were you,

To the land of Used-to-Be;

For you’d be too late to enter the gate,

And no one could find the key.

I’d go straight forward, if I were you,

To the city of Wideawake,

Where the great crowd pours

through the open doors,

Its place in the world to make.

Try to forget Disappointment Vale,

And the glade of Ne’er-Do-Well.

And make up your mind not to look behind

Where the doubts and shadows dwell.

Lift up your eyes to the future, lad,

With a manly gaze and true,

And hasten along with a hopeful song,

For the world has need of you.