Need help finding a poem!

Wulf

When I was younger, my father had me learn and recite a poem about work ethic etc.

Of course, now that he is getting on in years, and with his Birthday coming up, I kind of wanted to re-write it in the cover of a book I'm getting him as a gift.

I can't for the life of me think of the actual title, but I believe the first line starts;
"Son, you must work..."
Not much to go on, but damn if these forums haven't performed random knowledge miracles in the past, so I figured I would throw it out there!

tinwhiskers

http://books.google.com/books?pg=PA477&lpg=PA477&sig=SF_14AM7p4YfXhszYOyDXxm-P5Y&ei=OjAETtiqG4Ks0AH6ldiFDw&ct=result&id=HHBMAAAAYAAJ&ots=1jVnvqiuxG&output=text

Advice To A Young Man.—Remember, my son, you have to work. Whether you handle a pick or pen, a wheelbarrow or a set of books, dig ditches or edit a paper, ring an auction bell or write funny things—you must work. If you will look around, you will see the men who are the most able to live the rest of their days without work are the men who work the hardest. Don't fear of killing yourself by overwork. It is beyond your power to do that on the sunny side of thirty. They die sometime, but it's because they quit work at 6 p. m. It's the interval that kills, my son. The work gives you a perfect and grateful apprecintion of a holiday. There are young men who do not work, but the world is not proud of them; it simply speaks of them as old So-and-So's boy. Nobody likes them; the great busy world doesn't know that they are there. So find out what you want to be and do, and take off your coat and make dust in the world. The busier you are the less harm you will be apt to get into, the sweeter will be your sleep, the brighter and happier your holidays, and the better satisfied the world will be with you. —Bob Burnett.

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only thing that springs to mind/google, though its not really a poem.

Wulf

tinwhiskers wrote: »

http://books.google.com/books?pg=PA477&lpg=PA477&sig=SF_14AM7p4YfXhszYOyDXxm-P5Y&ei=OjAETtiqG4Ks0AH6ldiFDw&ct=result&id=HHBMAAAAYAAJ&ots=1jVnvqiuxG&output=text

Advice To A Young Man.—Remember, my son, you have to work. Whether you handle a pick or pen, a wheelbarrow or a set of books, dig ditches or edit a paper, ring an auction bell or write funny things—you must work. If you will look around, you will see the men who are the most able to live the rest of their days without work are the men who work the hardest. Don't fear of killing yourself by overwork. It is beyond your power to do that on the sunny side of thirty. They die sometime, but it's because they quit work at 6 p. m. It's the interval that kills, my son. The work gives you a perfect and grateful apprecintion of a holiday. There are young men who do not work, but the world is not proud of them; it simply speaks of them as old So-and-So's boy. Nobody likes them; the great busy world doesn't know that they are there. So find out what you want to be and do, and take off your coat and make dust in the world. The busier you are the less harm you will be apt to get into, the sweeter will be your sleep, the brighter and happier your holidays, and the better satisfied the world will be with you. —Bob Burnett.

?

only thing that springs to mind/google, though its not really a poem.

Well hot damn, thankya quite muchly!