Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer.

Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.

The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.

It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.

The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire

Be sure your wisest words are those you do not say.