How poor or strong his brain,
There's always a place for the man who loves
His work with might and main.
Does he dig in a ditch, or blaze a trail,
Where the dreams of men may run?
No clod of earth shall shoulder him
From his place out in the sun.
It isn't the kick, It's not the pull,
That brings the strong man out;
But it's long-time work, and it's all-time will,