Make Your Mark
(By David
Barker (1816 – 1874) – “The Burns of Maine”)
In the Quarries
should you toil,
Make your mark.
Do you delve
upon the soil?
Make your mark.
In whatever
path you go,
In whatever
place you stand,
Moving swift or
moving slow,
With a firm and
honest hand,
Make your mark.
Should
opponents hedge your way,
Make your mark.
Work by night
or work by day,
Make your mark.
Struggle
manfully and well,
Let no
obstacles oppose,
None right
shielded ever fell,
By weapons of
his foes.
Make your mark
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What though
born a peasant’s son,
Make your mark.
Good by poor
men can be done,
Make your mark.
Peasants garb
may warm the cold,
Peasant’s words
may calm a fear,
Better far than
hoarding gold,
Is the drying
of a tear.
Make your mark,
Life is
fleeting as a shade,
Make your mark.
Marks of some
kind must be made.
Make your mark.
Make it while
the arm is strong,
In the golden
hours of youth.
Never, never
make it wrong.
Make it with
the stamp of truth.
Make your
mark. |