  ——— Weep not, friend, o’er your condition, He who tries can find a way; Labor, and to God petition, Strive, and you will rise some day. Let your steps be sure and steady, Push ahead and never stop; Though the field seems filled already, There is room still at the top. If you wish to climb life’s ladder, Start to climb it from the ground; If great your strength it makes it sadder To have to climb it round by round. |
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