PERSEVERANCE.
Rouse thee, while thou 'rt idly dreaming,
Precious hours are hastening by;
And each moment, as it fleeth,
Whispers, "Mortal, thou must die!
While thine arm retains its vigor,
While thy cheek is flushed with health,
Thou must strive, if thou wouldst ever
Claim thy part of fame or wealth."
Say, what hast thou done worth naming?
Does the world owe aught to thee?
Or, art thou a worthless atom
Whirled upon life's stormy sea?
Brightest gems of thought lie sleeping,
Resting dormant in thine heart;
Call them forth!—a world will laud thee
Bid thy lethargy depart.
Does the world owe aught to thee?
Or, art thou a worthless atom
Whirled upon life's stormy sea?
Brightest gems of thought lie sleeping,
Resting dormant in thine heart;
Call them forth!—a world will laud thee
Bid thy lethargy depart.
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