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Show The Rotary Spirit Red roses for the living, and handclasps hand-clasps warm and true, A heart that's tuned to giving, and strength to dare and do; The sound of honest laughter, the joy of honest toil; For those that follow after, to leave a finer soil. All this has been and ever will be the Rotary plan, A man's sincere endeavor to serve his fellowman. A little less self seeking, a little more for men, Less bitter in our speaking, more kindly with the pen; A little less of swerving from paths of truth and right, A little more of serving and less of dollar might. More peaceful with our neighbors, and stauncher to our friends. For this all Rotary labors, on this its hope depends. To smooth the way for others, to make of life the most; To make the phrase "our brother" mean more than idle boast; To praise sincere endeavor, when praise will spur it on, Witholding kind words never until the friend is gone: This is the Rotary spirit, this is the Rotary dream, God grant that we may near it, before we cross the stream. Edgar A. Guest. |