PLOUGH with thy strong arm the difficult furrow;
Sow the grain, not in vain, crops it shall yield thee;
Plant in thy boyhood the ship-giving acorn,
When thou growest old as an oak it shall shield thee;
Lie not supine on thy couch, like a sluggard;-
All men are working,-wilt thou be a laggard?
Tears are from Heaven; of much worth is sorrow.
Work thy best, do thy best, in shine or shadow.
Shun not calamity-ere the sun rises
Fogs wrap the mountain, and cover the meadow.
Never on earth is man freed from vexation;
Victory coineth through much tribulation.
Poor man, or rich man, or Christian, or Heathen,
Black of skin, white of skin, each is thy brother.
Вear about with thee the rule that is golden-
Аs to thyself do thou so to another.
Take thy first step not without a foreseeing;
An error, too often, will mar thy whole being.
(Edward Youl)
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