DAME LUCK
If you sit in the corner
And wait for Dame Luck
To step in tinkling
With her bells jingling
And to dance to your honour—
You're sure to pluck!
Do not make a horse of your wish
And ride it gaily,
For, bare wishes, devoid of action,
Will for ever, fix you in the same station—
While others from below will dish
You out and surface merrily!
Get up, ye man!
Work, work till ye perspire,
Gather all your energy nascent
And act in the present.
You will rise high-to your plan—
And others, you are sure to inspire!
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The heights of great men reached and kept were not attained by a sudden flight; they, while their companions slept were toiling upward in the night! Without perspiration, aspiration is of no use....! ! Great message!