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Edgar Guest - The Rewards Of Industry
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A FRIEND of mine said yesterday: "There goes a man across the way 
Who paid ten thousand dollars for a home a week ago; 
He owns an automobile now, a saddle horse and keeps a cow,
And smokes cigars at fifty cents a throw. 
He is a lucky chap, indeed! He got up something that we need,
The way he`s making money is a shame; 
It`s not five years ago, I swear, he only had one suit to wear 
And didn`t have a dollar to his name.

"There goes a man immensely rich, who was a digger in the ditch
Ten years ago, but fortune came his way; 
I cannot now recall to mind just what it is that he designed,
But he got wealth and glory in a day. 
How fortunate some fellows are! They`re born beneath a lucky star — 
I knew him when he didn`t have a cent; 
And now he owns his house and lot — Too bad, that`s something I`ve forgot, 
I don`t know now just what he did invent."

I said: "Some fellows strike it rich, but somehow, I`ve a notion, which
Is that you never saw a lucky shirk; 
I never knew a lazy moke that wasn`t nearly always broke —
The men who get the money have to work. 
I do not view with discontent, nor call them lucky who invent
The things that quickly bring great fortunes in; 
The poor men of five years ago, who now possess a `wad of dough` 
But prove to me that industry can win."
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