Now if the man who owns and tills the fields
Must work, or else his land no harvest yields;
And if the man who seeks to win a race,
Must train if he would even hope to place;
Can we e’er hope to win the greatest prize
If for that prize we do no exercise?
If for fool’s gold men toil and sweat,
Should we do less true wealth to get?
If for a car men pay the price,
Think you that less will here suffice?
No, I must strive if I would win,
I’ll do my part, right now begin.
It is my right to have my pay,
It is my right my hand to stay:
On rights of mine I’ll not insist,
If doing this, will aught assist.
I’ll keep my eye on real rewards;
For what care I for earthly hoards?
I’ll be as Jew, I’ll be as weak,
I’ll be all things, the lost to seek:
I’ll run the race, the prize attain,
I’ll fight this fight, the crown I’ll gain;
I’ll spare not self, I’ll fear no loss,
I’ll win the crown, beyond the cross.
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