This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ... human greatness Spring not from life's sunny side; Heroes must be more than driftwood Floating on a waveless tide. BETTER TO CLIMB AND FALL. Give me a man with an aim, Whatever that aim may be, Whether it's wealth, or whether it's fame, It matters not to me. Let him walk in the path of right, And keep ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ... human greatness Spring not from life's sunny side; Heroes must be more than driftwood Floating on a waveless tide. BETTER TO CLIMB AND FALL. Give me a man with an aim, Whatever that aim may be, Whether it's wealth, or whether it's fame, It matters not to me. Let him walk in the path of right, And keep his aim in sight, And work and pray in faith alway, With his eye on the glittering height. Give me a man who says, --"I will do something well, And make the fleeting days A story of labor tell." Though the aim he has be small, It is better than none at all; With something to do the whole year through He will not stumble or fall. But Satan weaves a snare For the feet of those who stray With never a thought or care Where the path may lead away. The man who has no aim, Not only leaves no name When this life is done, but ten to one He leaves a record of shame. Give me a man whose heart Is filled with ambition's fire; Who sets his mark in the start, And keeps moving it higher and higher. Better to die in the strife, The hands with labor rife, Than to glide with the stream in an idle dream, And lead a purposeless life. Better to strive and climb, And never reach the goal, Than to drift along with time, An aimless, worthless soul. Ay, better to climb and fall, Or sow, though the yield be small, Than to throw away day after day, And never to strive at all. BY AND BY. Was the parting very bitter? Was the hand clasped very tight? Is a storm of tear-drops falling From a face all sad and white? Think not of it, in the future, Calmer, fairer days are nigh--Gaze not backward, but look onward For a sunny ' by and by." Was the priceless love you lavished, Sought for, played with, and then slain? Were its crushed and quivering remnants Calmly thrown you back...
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