But Keep On Working And Hoping Still.

The Proof Of A Man Is The Danger Test, That Shows Him Up At His Worst Or Best.

Oh, You'll Not Be Any Poorer If You Smile Along Your Way. And Your Lot Will Not Be Harder For The Kindly Things You Say. Don't Imagine You Are Wasting Time For Others That You Spend. You Can Rise To Wealth And Glory And Still Pause To Be A Friend.

I Want To Be Able, As Days Go By, Always To Look Myself Straight In The Eye.

Let Me Be A Little Kinder, Let Me Be A Little Blinder To The Faults Of Those Around Me.

There's Nothing That Builds Up A Toil-weary Soul Like A Day On A Stream, Back On The Banks Of The Old Fishing Hole Where A Fellow Can Dream. There's Nothing So Good For A Man As To Flee From The City And Lie Full Length In The Shade Of A Whispering Tree And Gaze At The Sky. . . . . It Is Good For The World That Men Hunger To Go To The Banks Of A Stream, And Weary Of Sham And Of Pomp And Of Show They Have Somewhere To Dream. For This Life Would Be Dreary And Sordid And Base Did They Not Now And Then Seek Refreshment And Calm In God's Wide, Open Space And Come Back To Be Men.