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.