Poem February 20, 1902 Issue

It is doing, not dreaming, that makes one a man

Russian

It is doing, not dreaming, that makes one a man.
If the plan isn't followed, of what good is the plan?
You may think, till you seem, in your rapturous zeal,
To rise, as if borne upon pinions; to feel
The stars sink beneath you, and, fanning your face,
Elysian zephyrs surround you in space.
That will not advance you. No flame of desire
Has ever sufficed to lift any one higher.
But doing, and doing, and doing again,
Though but little each day, yet each day all one can,—
With courage and patience, to God ever true,
'Tis a wonder what wonders a person can do.

From the Russian.

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