<h2><SPAN name="page105"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>BE NOT CONTENT</h2>
<p class="poetry">Be not content—contentment means
inaction;<br/>
The growing soul aches on its upward quest;<br/>
Satiety is twin to satisfaction;<br/>
All great achievements spring from life’s
unrest.</p>
<p class="poetry">The tiny roots, deep in the dark mould
hiding,<br/>
Would never bless the earth with leaf and flower<br/>
Were not an inborn restlessness abiding<br/>
In seed and germ, to stir them with its power.</p>
<p class="poetry">Were man contented with his lot forever,<br/>
He had not sought strange seas with sails
unfurled,<br/>
And the vast wonder of our shores had never<br/>
Dawned on the gaze of an admiring world.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page106"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
106</span>Prize what is yours, but be not quite contented.<br/>
There is a healthful restlessness of soul<br/>
By which a mighty purpose is augmented<br/>
In urging men to reach a higher goal.</p>
<p class="poetry">So when the restless impulse rises, driving<br/>
Your calm content before it, do not grieve;<br/>
It is the upward reaching of the spirit<br/>
Of the God in you to achieve—achieve.</p>
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