by Berton Braley
It's doing your job the best you can,
And being just to your fellow man;
It's making money - but holding friends,
And being true to your
aims and ends.
It's figuring how and learning why,
And looking forward and thinking high;
And dreaming a little and doing much,
always in closest touch.
With what is finest in word and deed,
It's being thorough, yet making speed;
It's daring blithely the field of chance,
While making labour a brave romance.
It's going onward despite defeat,
And fighting staunchly, but keeping sweet;
It's being clean and
it's playing fair,
It's laughing lightly at Dame Despair.
It's looking up at the stars above ,
And drinking deeply of life and love;
It's struggling on with the will to win,
But taking loss with a cheerful grin.
It's sharing sorrow and work and mirth,
And making better this
good old earth;
It's serving, striving through strain and stress,
It's doing your noblest - that's success!