No one is paid. No person can have more
Than he can hold. And none can do beyond
The power that’s in him. To each child that’s born
Belongs as much of all our human good
As he can take and use to make him strong.
And from each man, debtor to all the world,
Is due the fullest fruit of all his powers,
His whole life’s labor, proudly rendered up,
Not as return—can moments pay an age?
But as the simple duty of a man.