This is the true joy of life.
The being used for a purpose Recognized by yourself as a mighty one.
The being a force of nature Instead of a feverish,
selfish Little clod of ailments and grievances Complaining
that the world will not Devote itself to making you happy.
I am of the opinion that my life Belongs to the whole community And as long as I live,
It is my privilege to do for it Whatever I can.
I want to be thoroughly Used up when I die,
For the harder I work the more I live.
I rejoice in life for its own sake.
Life is no brief candle to me.
It is a sort of splendid torch Which I've got hold of For the moment
And I want to make it burn As brightly as possible
before Handling it on to future generations
