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TO YOUTH.
How shall your name go down in History,
In letters of gold, or enveloped in mystery;
In deeds of love, on pages of white,
In defense of the wrong, in lieu of right—
In a selfish way will you carve your name?
Time surely will answer: What's in a name?
In letters of gold, or enveloped in mystery;
In deeds of love, on pages of white,
In defense of the wrong, in lieu of right—
In a selfish way will you carve your name?
Time surely will answer: What's in a name?
The leaves of your life each day are unfolding
Your deeds of to-day; to-morrow beholding,
May tint your cheek with the blush of shame,
While your heart will question: What's in a name?
Will you gather the jewels spread out at your feet,
Or still with the idle ones find a seat?
Your deeds of to-day; to-morrow beholding,
May tint your cheek with the blush of shame,
While your heart will question: What's in a name?
Will you gather the jewels spread out at your feet,
Or still with the idle ones find a seat?
No definite cause in the world pursuing—
In the idle brain mischief is ever brewing—
Can you find no work in the market-place,
Can you not with the horsemen contend in the race;
If the footmen outstrip you who is to blame?
Be careful in youth how you carve your name.
In the idle brain mischief is ever brewing—
Can you find no work in the market-place,
Can you not with the horsemen contend in the race;
If the footmen outstrip you who is to blame?
Be careful in youth how you carve your name.
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