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How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!

As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life

Were all too little, and of one to me

Little remains: but every hour is saved

From that eternal silence, something more,

A bringer of new things; and vile it were

For some three suns to store and hoard myself,

And this gray spirit yearning in desire

To follow knowledge like a sinking star,

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

. . . My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought

with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,—

Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.

Tennyson's "ulysses."

Ja! diesem Sinne bin ich ganz ergeben,

Dass ist der Weisheit letzter Schluss;

Nur der verdient sich Freiheit wie das Leben,

Der taglich sie erobern muss.

Und so verbringt, umrungen von Gefahr,

Hier Kindheit, Mann und Greis sein tiichtig Jahr.

Solch' ein Gewimmel mocht" ich sehn,

Auf freiem Grund mit freiem Volke stehn.

—goethe's "faust."

Executive Mansion, Albany, N. Y.
September, 1900.

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THE STRENUOUS LIFE

SPEECH BEFORE THE HAMILTON CLUB, CHICAGO, A^RIL 10, 1899

IN speaking to you, men of the greatest city of the West, men of the State which gave to the country Lincoln and.Grant, men who pre-eminently and distinctly embody all that is most American in the American character, I wish to preach, not the doctrine of ignoble ease, but the doctrine of the strenuous life, the life of toil and effort, of labor and strife; to preach that highest form of success which comes, not to the man who desires mere easy peace, but to the man who does not shrink from danger, from hardship, or from bitter toil, and who out of these wins the splendid ultimate triumph.

A life of slothful ease, a life of that peace which springs merely from lack either of desire or of power to strive after great things, is as little worthy of a nation as of an individual. I ask only that what every self-respecting American demands from himself and from his sons shall be demanded of the American nation as a whole. Who among you would teach your boys that ease, that peace, is to be

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