The unfortunate may
See their lives pass away,
Before they succeed in gaining a prize;
But the more men aspire,
To realms that are higher,
The grander the view that opes to their eyes.
The wise, ambitious man,
Who has failed in his plan,
And doubts if the world is using him right;
Will learn from his trials,
And brave self denials,
How grandly to win success in the fight.
Little children at school
Think it is a hard rule,
That keeps them confined so much of their time;
But the knowledge they gain,
Pays them well for their pain,
When they arrive at the age of their prime.
’Tis a long tedious fight
To bring children up right,
And parents wear out while under the spell;
But rich compensation,
And sweet consolation,
Comes to the parents whose work is done well.
There’s the mother whose share,
Is a life full of care,
With thousands of griefs and pains to smother;
But O what high honor,
Nature confers on her,
In the hallowed and sweet name of—mother.
The physician whose life
Is never ending strife,
In battling with sickness common to man,
Finds great satisfaction,
In the benefaction,
His skill confers thru his life-saving plan.
The surgeon whose trained knife,
Cuts in deep to save life,
May be criticized, called brutal, and spurned;
But his fame reaches out,
To wide regions about,
And brings distinction and honor well earned.
The chemist who mixes,
And otherwise fixes
Powerful compounds, assumes a great risk;
But science advances
By taking great chances,
The world is the gainer and life more brisk.
The inventor whose fate
Is to work and create,
And burn out his life by the fires of thought,
Is consoled by the fact,
That his genius and tact,
Have lifted mankind thru work he has wrought.
The air navigator,
And bird imitator,
May fly to his death, then sad the story;
But the one who succeeds,
Has accomplished great deeds,
And established his fame to his glory.