The House of Fortune, by Max Ehrmann
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The House of Fortune
If you are young, sympathetic, poor, ambitious and honest, it were easier for you if you had died a babe in your mother's arms.
For the citadels of fortune are climbed by them that ask no question of right and wrong, and are not much
moved by the tender touch of love. And this is what is called worldly wisdom.
But you, if you are poor and love your fellow-men, the gilded doorway of the house of fortune is closed to you;
and you will look with moistened eyes and hunger in your heart till the evening shadows of your last day, yet will it not open.
And here is the triumph: to stand cheerfully outside and serve, though the coveted doorway open ever and anon to them of lesser virtue;
and to grow old meanwhile, with face turned toward the golden west, watching the last sunset, loving, hoping and believing still;
and through the shadows of the falling night, to see yet a few of the faces of youth's old dreams still luring us onward and onward.
After all, perhaps this is to have entered the doorway, and to have dwelt in the house of fortune.
~Max Ehrmann
If you are young, sympathetic, poor, ambitious and honest, it were easier for you if you had died a babe in your mother's arms.
For the citadels of fortune are climbed by them that ask no question of right and wrong, and are not much
moved by the tender touch of love. And this is what is called worldly wisdom.
But you, if you are poor and love your fellow-men, the gilded doorway of the house of fortune is closed to you;
and you will look with moistened eyes and hunger in your heart till the evening shadows of your last day, yet will it not open.
And here is the triumph: to stand cheerfully outside and serve, though the coveted doorway open ever and anon to them of lesser virtue;
and to grow old meanwhile, with face turned toward the golden west, watching the last sunset, loving, hoping and believing still;
and through the shadows of the falling night, to see yet a few of the faces of youth's old dreams still luring us onward and onward.
After all, perhaps this is to have entered the doorway, and to have dwelt in the house of fortune.
~Max Ehrmann