The simplest life told well's a treat.
One push makes any life complete;
One grapple with our deadly fears
Carries us to victorious years:
One night in the dark with foes at hand,
A starving year in a foreign land,
To hold a pen and take a stand:
The effort is the fort betaken,
The bolder that your heart is shaken:
And every young accomplishment
Is a lady in the soldier's tent.
When all but avarice is sated,
And thou hast lived with her thou mated,
Tell all thou didst with truthfulness, —
Thy book shall also be success!