ADVICE

Stand straight;
Step firmly, throw your weight:
The heaven is high above your head
And the good gray road is faithful to your tread.

Be strong;
Sing to your heart a battle song:
Though hidden foemen lie in wait,
Something is in you that you can smile at fate.

Press through:
Nothing can harm if you are true.
And when the night comes, rest:
The earth is friendly as a mother's breast.
(Edwin Markham)