Drive the nail aright, boys,
Hit it on the head;
Strike with all your might, boys,
While the iron's red.
When you've work to do, boys,
Do it with a will;
They who reach the top, boys,
First must climb the hill.
Standing at the foot, boys,
Gazing at the sky,
How can you get up, boys,
If you never try?
Though you stumble oft, boys,
Never be down-cast;
Try, and try again, boys,—
You'll succeed at last.
BLESSINGS ARE UPON THE HEAD OF THE JUST. Prov.