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HERE is in the window quite soundly asleep A poor aimless urchin, " Boys, just take a peep;" He is dreaming away the sweet morning of life Of which his small head cannot fathom the price. At his right, at his left, there is plenty to do And the same may be said boys, of all, even you; And unless you awaken, some morning you'll find That vice has crept in, and your grist is a grind. Positions are waiting for competent men, The banks and the trades, Life's scroll and the pen, Each chain has a link we're expected to fill Which goes to the "hustler," shall we aim to sit still? Get busy, good fellows, keep pounding away, Don't side-track and nap, with a cobbler's pay, Because Father Time your allotment will bring: The bee with the honey, or the wasp with the sting. |