Had birth and died in a day,

From lack of vigorous nursing

To keep it from decay.

Many a hope has faded

And sunk in deepest despair,

Through lack of careful pruning

That fruitage it might bear.

Many a mind is ruined

And becomes chaotic mass,

Through want of systematic

Training in the class.

Many a song of sweetness

Has lost its harmony,

Because at its beginning

It had not the proper key.

Many a field most fertile

Bears vile and noxious weeds,

Through failure of the tiller

To sow some worthy seeds.

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