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

Even goats may have starlight in their eyes.

Avoid extremes: be moderate In saving and in spending; An equable and easy gait Will win an easy ending.

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

No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is.

This is the law of the Yukon, that only the strong shall thrive; that surely the weak shall perish, and only the fit survive.

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.