The Best There Is.
The most that I may, and the best?
Do I strive in the noblest strife?
Do I seek in the holiest quest?
Are my eyes inclined to the sod,
Or aloft to the sunlit sky?
On the low valley road do I plod,
Or tread on the hilltops high?
Do my eyes in slothfulness sleep,
Or wakefully seek the best view?
Like a snail do I sluggishly creep.
Or soar, like a bird, to the blue?
Oh my soul! to the best bravely bend!
The prize is not for the drone;
Strive onward and upward; ascend
To claim and come into thine own.
__John E. Everett.
Quillings in Verse
(Smith Center: 1912)