Every Thought And Every Act Were To

But Keep On Working And Hoping Still. For In Spite Of The Grumblers Who Stand About, Somehow, It Seems, All Things Work Out.

But Here In The Struggle For Fame And Pelf I Want To Be Able To Like Myself. I Don't Want To Look At Myself And Know That I'm Bluster And Buff And Empty Show.

If Your Purse No Longer Bulges And You've Lost Your Golden Treasure, If Times You Think You're Lonely And Have Hungry Grown For Pleasure, Don't Sit By Your Hearth And Grumble, Don't Let Mind And Spirit Harden. If It's Thrills Of Joy You Wish For Get To Work And Plant A Garden! If It's Drama That You Sigh For, Plant A Garden And You'll Get It You Will Know The Thrill Of Battle Fighting Foes That Will Beset It If You Long For Entertainment And For Pageantry Most Glowing, Plant A Garden And This Summer Spend Your Time With Green Things Growing.

The Man Who Wants A Garden Fair, Or Small Or Very Big, With Flowers Growing Here And There, Must Bend His Back And Dig. The Things Are Mighty Few On Earth That Wishes Can Attain. Whate'er We Want Of Any Worth We've Got To Work To Gain. It Matters Not What Goal You Seek, It's Secret Here Reposes: You've Got To Dig From Week To Week To Get Results Or Roses.

You Are The Person Who Has To Decide. Whether You'll Do It Or Toss It Aside; You Are The Person Who Makes Up Your Mind. Whether You'll Lead Or Will Linger Behind. Whether You'll Try For The Goal That's Afar. Or Just Be Contented To Stay Where You Are.