Of Doing

The One Poor Tool at Hand will Mend the Case,
And not the Twenty “Somewhere 'Round the Place.”

T HAT Hour was never thrown away,
Which, spent in Planning, saved a Day.

A S you Hope to be Commended,
Show no Work before 'tis Ended.

The World may owe a Man a Living, yet
He has to Prove it and Collect the Debt.

Applause for the Work of your Hand or your Pen
Is only a Challenge to Do it Again.
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