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The age is too diffusive. Time and Force / Are frittered out and bring no satisfaction. / The way seems lost to straight determined action. / Like shooting stars that zig-zag from their course / We wander from our orbit's pathway; spoil / The rôle we're fitted for, to fail in twenty. / Bring empty measures, that were shaped for plenty, / At last as guerdon for a life of toil. / There's lack of greatness in this generation / Because no more man centres on one thought. / We know this truth, and yet we heed it not: / The secret of success is Concentration.