  Hitch your wagon to a star, if you will, but always stand ready to throw the harness on the mules, also. The man who masters the world may trust in Providence, but he climbs to greatness on the stepping stones of hard work. In the economy of farmers entirely up against the crab-grass in the cotton-patch, the mule is mightier than the sword. What shall it matter though sorrows distress us? God sends the sun and the shadows to bless us! And through all the years Joy ever appears, With a little of love and a little of laughter To fashion this life for a jolly hereafter! |
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