Duty--the Command Of Heaven, The

Tis The Hard Grey Weather Breeds Hard English Men.

Oh England Is A Pleasant Place For Them That's Rich And High, But England Is A Cruel Place For Such Poor Folks As I

Never Trample On Any Soul Though It May Be Lying In The Veriest Mire; For That Last Spark Of Self-respect Is Its Only Hope, Its Only Chance; The Last Seed Of A New And Better Life: The Voice Of God That Whispers To It: "you Are Not What You Ought To Be, And You Are Not What You Can Be. You Are Still God's Child, Still An Immortal Soul. You May Rise Yet. And Fight A Good Fight Yet, And Be A Man Once More, After The Likeness Of God Who Made You, And Christ Who Died For You!

I Have Fought My Fight, I Have Lived My Life, I Have Drunk My Share Of Wine; From Trier To Coln There Was Never A Knight Led A Merrier Life Than Mine.

Do Today's Duty, Fight To-day's Temptation; And Do Not Weaken And Distract Yourself By Looking Forward To Things Which You Cannot See, And Could Not Understand If You Saw Them.