<h2><SPAN name="page104"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>TIME ENOUGH</h2>
<p class="poetry">I know it is early morning,<br/>
And hope is calling aloud,<br/>
And your heart is afire with Youth’s desire<br/>
To hurry along with the crowd.<br/>
But linger a bit by the roadside,<br/>
And lend a hand by the way,<br/>
’Tis a curious fact that a generous act<br/>
Brings leisure and luck to a day.</p>
<p class="poetry">I know it is only the noontime—<br/>
There is chance enough to be kind;<br/>
But the hours run fast when noon has passed,<br/>
And the shadows are close behind.<br/>
So think while the light is shining,<br/>
And act ere the set of the sun,<br/>
For the sorriest woe that a soul can know<br/>
Is to think what it might have done.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page105"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
105</span>I know it is almost evening,<br/>
But the twilight hour is long.<br/>
If you listen and heed each cry of need<br/>
You can right full many a wrong.<br/>
For when we have finished the journey<br/>
We will all look back and say:<br/>
‘On life’s long mile there was nothing worth while<br/>
But the good we did by the way.’</p>
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