Annual (May 1900) . A BIT OF OLD NEW YORK THE RACE OF LIFE There comes a time to everyone,Who in the race of life doth run — And run to win —When he must make an extra strideTo leap some yawning chasm wide, Where failure lurks within. And if he falter on the closer round him hedge, To hold him cry the dangers of the leap;Point out the chasm, dark and deep- The rough, untrodden track. They point the extra labor hardAnd his ambition soon retard By their abuse ;They show him paths of so-called easeWherein he may each fancy pleaseAs idle whim shall Tis thus they
Annual (May 1900) . A BIT OF OLD NEW YORK THE RACE OF LIFE There comes a time to everyone,Who in the race of life doth run — And run to win —When he must make an extra strideTo leap some yawning chasm wide, Where failure lurks within. And if he falter on the closer round him hedge, To hold him cry the dangers of the leap;Point out the chasm, dark and deep- The rough, untrodden track. They point the extra labor hardAnd his ambition soon retard By their abuse ;They show him paths of so-called easeWherein he may each fancy pleaseAs idle whim shall Tis thus they trap him in their sow, within his soul, the tares Of their thus they lead him, chained and bound,Until the circle swings full round; And then — obscurity. Now friend, when in this race of lifeThe moment comes for sudden strife To reach the goal,With firm determination courage and your strength renew. Your chosen path to hold. Harry Hunt, 1901. NEVER TROUBLE TROUBLE
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