Effort is sown where certainty is thin,
A quiet vow made far from praise or sight;
It walks alone when easier paths win,
And keeps its flame alive through doubt and night.
It bends beneath the weight of slow defeat,
Yet learns the patient language of the ground;
From every fall it gathers strength to meet
The upward pull no failure ever found.
Not every seed will rise to greet the sun,
Not every struggle earns a victor's crown;
Still effort gives the courage to go on
When hope grows tired and confidence breaks down.
For though success may never show its face,
Effort itself is proof of human grace.
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