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  Tomorrow’s victories won’t be won
 * By pluck that we display

Tomorrow when the foe comes on,
 * But by our work today.

Your dream and my dream is not that we shall rest, But that our children after us shall know life at its best; For all we care about ourselves—a crust of bread or two, A place to sleep and clothes to wear is all that we’d pursue. We’d tramp the world on sunny days, both light of heart and mind, And give no thought to days to come or days we leave behind.