Poem by Edgar Albert Guest

Success

I hold no dream of fortune vast,
Nor seek undying fame.
I do not ask when life is past
That many know my name.
I may not own the skill to rise
To glory's topmost height,
Nor win a place among the wise,
But I can keep the right.
And I can live my life on earth
Contented to the end,
If but a few shall know my worth
And proudly call me friend.

1. The Boy Soldier
2. The March of Mortality
3. Under the Roof Where the Laughter Rings
4. St. Valentine's Day
5. Bribed

Robert Service Success ("You ask me what I call Success")

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