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In the long run fame finds the deserving man. / The lucky wight may prosper for a day, / But in good time true merit leads the van / And vain pretence, unnoticed, goes its way. / There is no Chance, no Destiny, no Fate, / But Fortune smiles on those who work and wait, / In the long run.
In the long run all godly sorrow pays, / There is no better thing than righteous pain, / The sleepless nights, the awful thorn-crowned days, / Bring sure reward to tortured soul and brain. / Unmeaning joys enervate in the end, / But sorrow yields a glorious dividend / In the long run.