One evening cool I sat and thought
How hard the battle of success I had fought;
And I wished to be a great man some day;
I dreamed of heaven throwing its favors my way.
And since that day
Little I’ve learned to say,
For the skies all do know
What to keep and what to throw.
Quiet and calm let me live
And to trivialities the least damn give.
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