If life were all easy, we should degenerate into weaklingsinto human mush. It is the fighting spirit that makes us strong. Nor do any of us lack for a chance to exercise this spirit. Struggle is everywhere; as Kearny said at Fair Oaks, "There is lovely fighting along the whole line.” FIGHT a battle every day I Against discouragement and fear; Some foe stands always in my way, Against the doubts that skulk along; I hear the croakings of Despair, No matter what the end I seek; But fighting keeps my hopes alive. My dreams are spoiled by circumstance, But I have kept in fighting trim. I have to fight my doubts away, Has been familiar through the years; زبانی But fighting keeps my spirit strong, Permission of the Author. S. E. Kiser. From "The New York American." TO YOUTH AFTER PAIN Since pain is the lot of all, we cannot hope to escape it. Since only through pain can we come into true and helpful sympathy with men, we should not wish to escape it. THAT if this year has given WHAT Grief that some year must bring, They always said there was suffering- Even if you have blundered, Even if you have sinned, Still is the steadfast arch of the sky And the healing veil of the wind . . . And after only a little, A little of hurt and pain, ... You shall have the web of your own old Wrapping your heart again. Only your heart can pity Now, where it laughed and passed, Margaret Widdemer. From "The Old Road to Paradise," CAN'T A great, achieving soul will not clog itself with a cowardly thought or a cowardly watchword. Cardinal Richelieu in BulwerLytton's play declares: "In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word "Impossible," Napoleon is quoted as saying, "is a word found only in the dictionary of fools." AN'T is the worst word that's written or spoken; more CAN'Ting more harm here than slander and lies; On it is many a strong spirit broken, And with it many a good purpose dies. It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning It rings in our ears like a timely-sent warning Can't is the father of feeble endeavor, The parent of terror and half-hearted work; It greets honest toiling with open derision And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man. Can't is a word none should speak without blushing; It blights a man's purpose and shortens his aim. Refuse it the lodgment it seeks in your brain; Arm against it as a creature of terror, And all that you dream of you some day shall gain. |