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WE WONDER WHY.
Oft' times we wonder how some winA name so high in earth,
A name that's spoken o'er the world,
To shine in splendid worth.
Ay, some do sneer but wonder why,
That in so brief a time,
Some few have risen high in fame
And reached a goal sublime.
Ay, some have slept to wake at dawn,
And tower far on high
The architectural work of fame,
While others wonder why.
They say God gives this mighty might,
In part this truth we own,
But toil is e'er a mortal's lot,
And all he won alone.
Oh if we could, long years before
Have seen this shining light.
His early days were not so grand,
He struggled hard for might
To build the great foundation wall
Which now holds high his name.
Unseen in toil he reared alone
The record of his fame.
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