Stop The War; but what war am I fighting?

Monday, November 17, 2008

A poem from 1900.

"Boys Wanted"

Boys of spirit, boys of will,
Boys of muscle, brain of power,
Fit to cope with anything,
These are wanted every hour.

Not the weak and whining drones,
Who all troubles magnify;
Not the watchword of "I can't",
But the noble one, "I'll try".

Do whate'er you have to do
With a true and earnest zeal;
Bend your sinews to the task,
"Put your shoulders to the wheel."

Though your duty may be hard,
Look not on it as an ill;
If it be an honest task,
Do it with an honest will.

In the workshop, on the farm,
At the desk, where'er you be,
From your future efforts, boys,
Comes a nation's destiny.



Brilliant.

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