The track, and steep to climb, but walls are none
To scale, nor ladders lack we, ’midst the chill
Of mental Alps, but only eyes to see
These words of truth light-written in the sun—
“The path of duty aye runs up the hill.”
Calder Campbell.
Rugged strength and radiant beauty—
These were one in nature’s plan;
Humble toil and heavenward duty—
These will form the perfect man.