A Poem
by Edward A. Guest
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Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he
with a chuckle replied
That
"maybe it couldn't", but he would be one
Who
wouldn't say so till he tried.
So he
buckled right in with a trace of a grin
On his
face. If he worried he hid it.
He
started to sing as he tackled the thing,
That
couldn't be done and he did it.
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Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do
that;
At
least no one ever has done it"
But he
took off his coat and he took of his hat,
And
the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a
lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He
started to sing as he tackled the thing
That
couldn't be done, and he did it.
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There
are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There
are thousands to prophesy failure;
There
are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The
dangers that wait to assail you.
But
just buckle in with a bit of a grin
Just
take off your coat and go to it.
Just
start to sing as you tackle the thing
That
"cannot be done," and you'll do it."
---
Edgar A. Guest
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