The role of ease is not the salient quest Of man, his final purpose and desire. The crown is won in struggle. All require Abundant strength of soul to stand the test Of lightning shock and gruelling strain; to wrest A victory from kindled funeral pyre, A joy from grief, a coal from altar fire. Success is child of conflict—manifest. Existence in a golden cage presents No proud ideal. Eternal rest, we know, Is but the fancied blessing of a fool. Deep furrows plowed by pain belie pretence— Grim witnesses of many a smothered throe. Who would know Life, attends a rugged school. |