From The Poets
The road is hard and narrow, And the stones cut your feet; And you must tramp from dawn till dark, And not a pal you meet.
No bed to rest your weary head, You’ll find upon this way; No friends to bid you welcome, As you wake to greet the day.
The path seems never ending, And all the way uphill; And if you wish to reach the goal, You must climb on with good-will.
The whole world may oppose you, If you make this path your choice; But remember, friend, remember, At the end you will rejoice.
For this alone is victory, Battle stern and strife; And only those who tramp this path, Will 'find the best in life. —Author unknown. —Sent in by Cousin Vera Tippett, Oteramika Road.
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Southland Times, Issue 22074, 22 July 1933, Page 19
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133From The Poets Southland Times, Issue 22074, 22 July 1933, Page 19
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