IF LIFE were rosy and skies were blue And never a cloud appeared, If every heart that you loved proved true, And never a friendship seared; If there were no troubles to fret your soul, You never would struggle to gain your goal. It `a trouble that makes you and proves your worth, It`s trouble that spurs you to better things. It isn`t the man with the joys of earth Who courage and strength to his duty brings; But the man who bends `neath a burden great Is the man who wins in the fight with fate. It`s something to work for, a debt to pay, A place to gain that a young man needs; The difficulties that line the way Are really the mothers of splendid deeds. The man with something he hopes to do Is the man who toils with a purpose true.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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