The Key to Success

By Robin A Walker

The key to success is not silver or gold

It’s not made of copper or steel, But a longing, a sigh, and a yearning to try, A yearning for
learning, a burning to try To climb to the goal where a soul dwells to bless.
That, you can see, is the key to success.
The key to success no man ever gave, No man ever purchased for gold,
For it springs from the things that a perfect life brings,
A willing for stilling the baser thoughts filling, To merit our place with the grace we posses, And
it’s free as the sea, is the key to success.
It means a cross for faithful hands to carry, In contest fierce, and with tireless brain;
It means that weary limbs must never tarry,
When right demands that we should try again
At morn may beauty roses bloom in glory,
At noon may shrink and wither stem and leaves, At night may all the world seem cold and hoary,
And yet should this the spirit vex and grieve? You cringe because your hands are bleeding, And
seek a new and untried field for luck; And soon release your grip, when you should be heeding
The fact that true success depends on pluck. If you despair when days are clear and cloudless,
And dream that dreadful storms are raging overhead, An awful ghost will rise before you
shroudless, And all your early hopes will soon be dead. Success will surely come with time and
labor, If we our aims will carry far and high, For we can win the plaudits of our neighbor, And
reach the goal by perseverance bye and bye