You are the person who has to decide. Whether you'll do it or toss it aside You are the person who makes up your mind. Whether you'll lead or will linger behind. Whether you'll try for the goal that's afar. Or just be contented to stay where you are.
I take the family shopping round. The markets of the world.
I want to be able, as days go by, always to look myself straight in the eye.
It Couldn't Be DoneSomebody said that it couldn't be done,But he with a chuckle repliedThat maybe it couldn't, but he would be oneWho wouldn't say so till he'd tried.So he buckled right in with the trace of a grinOn his face. If he worried he hid it.He started to sing as he tackled the thingThat couldn't be done, and he did it. Somebody scoffed Oh, you'll never do thatAt least no one ever has done itBut he took off his coat and he took off his hat,And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,Without any doubting or quiddit,He started to sing as he tackled the thingThat couldn't be done, and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,There are thousands to prophesy failureThere are thousands to point out to you, one by one,The dangers that wait to assail you.But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,Just take off your coat and go to itJust start to sing as you tackle the thingThat cannot be done, and you'll do it.
Often we wonder in our grief what is gained by our belief Although night, and morning we pray, still our joys are swept away. And loved ones we would keep, with the dead are called to sleep. None is wise enough to say why the wicked seem to stay, and the beautiful and good leave before we think they should. But if death seemed always just, soon in God wed cease to trust. If for evil, death were meant as a bitter punishment should the wicked only die, then heaven we seek on high. Having none we long to see would a fearful religion be. It is only by belief we are comforted in grief it is only by our trust that the God we love is just. That we bear divinely planned. Griefs we cannot understand.
You ought to be true for the sake of the folks who think you are true. You never should stoop to a deed that your folks think you would not do. If you are false to yourself, be the blemish but small, you have injured your folks you have been false to them all.
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