<h2><SPAN name="page3"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>NEVER MIND</h2>
<p class="poetry">Whatever your work and whatever its worth,<br/>
No matter how strong or clever,<br/>
Some one will sneer if you pause to hear,<br/>
And scoff at your best endeavour.<br/>
For the target art has a broad expanse,<br/>
And wherever you chance to hit it,<br/>
Though close be your aim to the bull’s-eye fame,<br/>
There are those who will never admit it.</p>
<p class="poetry">Though the house applauds while the artist
plays,<br/>
And a smiling world adores him,<br/>
Somebody is there with an ennuied air<br/>
To say that the acting bores him.<br/>
For the tower of art has a lofty spire,<br/>
With many a stair and landing,<br/>
And those who climb seem small oft-time<br/>
To one at the bottom standing.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page4"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
4</span>So work along in your chosen niche<br/>
With a steady purpose to nerve you;<br/>
Let nothing men say who pass your way<br/>
Relax your courage or swerve you.<br/>
The idle will flock by the Temple of Art<br/>
For just the pleasure of gazing;<br/>
But climb to the top and do not stop,<br/>
Though they may not all be praising.</p>
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