Hurry up !
   No lingering by old doors of doubt,
      No loitering by the way ;
   No waiting a To-morrow Car
     Here comes along To-day ;
   Success is somewhere down the track ;
      Before the chance is gone
   Accelerate your laggard pace ;
      Swing on, I say, swing on.
                                        Hurry up !
Step lively !
   Belated souls are following fast ;
      They shout and signal, Wait !
   Conductor Time brooks no delay ;
      He rings the bell of Fate ;
   But you can give the man behind,
      With one hand on the bar,
   A final chance to trick defeat
      And board the moving car:
                                        Step lively !
Move up!
   Make way for others as you sit,
      Or stand ! This crowded earth
   Has room for every journeying soul
      En route to Higher Birth.
   Aye, room and comfort if no one
      Took double share or space,
   Nor let his greed and selfishness
      Absorb another's place.
                                        Move up!
Hold fast !
   The jolting switch of Obstacles
      With jarring rails is near ;
   Stand firm of foot, be strong of grip,
      Brace well, and have no fear.
   The Maker of the Car of Life
      Foresaw that curve--Despair--
   And hung the straps of FAITH and WILL
      So you might grasp them there.
                                       Hold fast !

                         ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.