Weep not, friend, o’er your condition,
He who tries can find a way;
Labor, and to God petition,
Strive, and you will rise some day.
Let your steps be sure and steady,
Push ahead and never stop;
Though the field seems filled already,
There is room still at the top.
If you wish to climb life’s ladder,
Start to climb it from the ground;
If great your strength it makes it sadder
To have to climb it round by round.
(James Ephraim McGirt)
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