Creative love, our thanks we give
that this, our world, is incomplete,
that struggle greets our will to live,
that work awaits our hands and feet;
That we are not yet fully wise,
that we are in the making still –
as friends who share one enterprise
and strive to blend with nature’s will.
What though the future long delay,
and still with faults we daily cope?
It gives us that for which to pray,
a field for toil and faith and hope.
Since what we choose is what we are,
and what we love we yet shall be,
the goal may ever shine afar –
the will to reach it makes us free.