Soft-heartedness, in times like these, Shows sof'ness in the upper story!
There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.
The rich man's sons inherits cares; The bank may break, the factory burn, A breath may burst his bubble shares, And soft, white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn.
No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him: there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hand of toil!