Success is not in getting rich,
'Tis not in winning fame;
'Tis not in climbing from the ditch
To gain the world's acclaim.
'Tis not in leading armies strong,
For he's successful, too,
Who brings his best the whole day long
To what he has to do.
The humble toiler in the field
Who tends his acres small
And watches them that they may yield
Their utmost in the fall
Has just as much of right to boast
As he whom thousands cheer,
For he has also made the most
Of what God gave him here.
The man who does his duty well,
Although his task be small,
And in a cottage poor he dwell
Successful we should call.
If he has given his task the best
He had, nor ever swerved
From what is right, he's met the test.
Success is having served.
