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WAY, ye phantom dreams, away! Life's path is not so drear. Why cool ambition's cheek and brow. Hope's heart, why crush with fear.
in the slimy, stagnant pool There grows the lily fair, So may a noble life be led 'lVIicl squalor, filth and care. 1 _
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Life's hard enigma stands unsolved, Unsolved it shall remain For men who live in idle dreams That rob of thought the brain. The h ero's born, when death claims fear; 'A nd life's enigma solyed vVh en men join brain and muscle both To 路 do the things involved. Th en hie , thee to the idler's den, Who life's great puzzle shirks; The key. that opens to success 路 I s found in one word: "\1\T ork !" ]. M. KANGLEY.
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