To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of the intelligent people
and the affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty;
to find the best in others;
to leave the world a bit better
whether by a healthy child,
a garden patch,
or a redeemed social condition;
to know that one life has breathed easier
because you lived here.
This is to have succeeded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not Emerson: by Bessie A. Stanley, who was responding in 1906 to a contest held by the Emporia (Kansas) Gazette