The path of duty I clearly trace, / I stand with conscience face to face, / And all her pleas allow; / Calling and crying the while for grace, - / 'Some other time, and some other place; / Oh, not to-day; not now!
Coldly and capriciously the slanting sunbeams fall.
I hold that a man had better be dead than alive when his work is done.
True worth is in being, not seeming
For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.
Every life is meant to help all lives; each man should live for all men's betterment.