Whatever be thy lot on earth,
Thy mission here below,
Though Fame may wreathe her laurels fair,
Around your youthful brow,
If you would rise from earthly things,
And win a deathless name,
Let all your ways be just and right -
Let virtue be your aim.
Though cherished friends may traitor prove,
Their kindness all depart,
And leave a mournful spell around
Thy sad and bleeding heart;
Though you may oft be scorned by men,
Or those who bear the name,
Let all your ways be just and right-
Let virtue be your aim.
~Let virtue by your aim ~ by C. Jillson
I have about 4 chords so far... That should get us through winter
Big Red Oak in backyard. So many acorns...
Cayenne peppers are still producing, even after a few hard early frosts
The bottom field with newly planted field peas and winter wheat grass
