I like the man who faces what he must,
With a step triumphant, and a heart of cheer,
Who fights the daily battle without fear,
Sees his hopes fail, yet keeps the unfaltering trust—
That God is God; that somehow true, and just,
His plans work out for mortals; not a tear
Is shed when fortune, which the world holds dear,
Falls from his grasp; better, with love, a crust
Than living in dishonor; envies not
Nor loses faith in man; but does his best,
Nor ever murmurs at his humble lot,
But with a smile and words of hope, gives zest
To every toiler: he alone is great
Who by a life heroic conquers fate.
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