Once I Knew A Noble Peasant From A Line Of Men Large-Hearted. Light And Strength Were In His Mind, Lifted Like A Peak Clear-Lined O'Er The Valley In Spring Sunshine, First To Feel The Morning'S Beam, First Refreshed By Cloud-Born Stream. Wide The Springtime Spread Its Banner, Waving In His Will Illumined, Bright With Promise, Color-Sound; Heritage Of Toil Its Ground. Round That Mountain Music Floated, Songsters Sweet Of Faith And Hope Nestled On Its Tree-Clad Slope. Sometime, Sometime All The Valley Like Him Shall With Light Be Flooded; Sometime All His Faith And Truth Sunward Grow In Dewy Youth, And The Dreams He Dreamt Too Early Live And Make Him Leader Be For A Race As True As He.