AMONG THE POETS.
let each man do his best. ! Like the star j That shines afar, ! Without haste And without, rest. Let each man wheel with steady sway Round the task that rules the day, And do his best. - —Goethe. CHIEF WORK. Still has my chief work been Rather to make 1110 clean, As he must be who will Qo forth 'raid thronging men And stretch his forward ken Onward and upward" still. —Robert Lowell. ••• SUCCESS. If you are battle scarred and worn, And bruised and weary are your feet, , If you have felt the sffcmpcs of scorn, ind conquer, then success is sweet. If 'gainst the odds of man and time* And conscious of a past defeat, At last the heights of fame you climb And reach your goal—success is sweet. But if you meet no well-armed foe, And easily .y«ur goal possess, Whate'er you win you'll never know The real sweetness of success.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 11482, 2 September 1915, Page 4
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155AMONG THE POETS. Star (Christchurch), Issue 11482, 2 September 1915, Page 4
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