What better could one than chance to do,
    With health and willing hands to plead one's cause;
    Superior to all the helpful laws
He stands, who bravely fights his battle through
With nature's weapons brandishing to view;
    He falls who in the conflict never draws
    These weapons, or who timidly would pause
Beneath the pallor of a coward's hue.
 
      Success is his who grandly will succeed;
      Success awaits the man of valiant deed.
    But he who will not must a starveling die.
      Who will not cannot share a victor's crown;
    Who languidly will on his armor lie
      Must perish from his coveted renown.