A man must earn his hour of peace, Must pay for it with hours of strife and care, Must win by toil the evening`s sweet release, The rest that may be portioned for his share; The idler never knows it, never can. Peace is the glory ever of a man. A man must win contentment for his soul, Must battle for it bravely day by day; The peace he seeks is not a near-by goal; To claim it he must tread a rugged way. The shirker never knows a tranquil breast; Peace but rewards the man who does his best.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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