I bargained with Life for a penny,
And Life would pay no more,
However I begged at evening,
When I counted my scanty store.
For Life is a just employer,
He gives you what you ask
But once you have set the wages,
Why,you must bear the task.
I worked for a menial’s hire,
Only to learn,dismayed,
That any wage I had asked to Life,
Life would have willingly paid.
Lines By NAPOLEON HILL
My poet,though cant touch on all the notes
God set between his After and Before,
And strike up and strike off the general roar
Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats
In a serene air purely.Antidotes.
Of medicated music,answering for
Mankind’s forlornest uses,though cant pour
From then into their ears.God’s will devotes
Thine to such ends,and mine to wait on thine.
How,dearest,will though have me for most use?
A hope,to sing by gladly?or a fine
Sad memory,with the songs to interfuse?
A shade,in which to sing–of palm or pine
A grave,on which to rest from singing?Choose.
Poem by ELIZABETH BROWNING
If you think you are beaten,you are.
If you think you dare not,you don’t.
If you’d like to win,but think you can’t,
It’s almost a certain you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose,you’ve lost.
for out in the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow’s will.
It’s all in his state of mind.
If you think you are outclassed,you are.
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You’ll ever win that prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or Faster man,
But sooner or later the man who wins
is the one who think he can.
Lines by NAPOLEON HILL
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