Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1907-04-04
OPPORTUNITY

OPPORTUNITY.
The world has agreed that the In
gals poem Opportunity" is mas
ter's work, but the world has never
brought itself to take the Ingalls, view
that opportunity knocks unbiddan
once at every gate and returns 40
more. This world of ours is made up
mostly of optimistic fibre and it
stands more ready to indorse the
views of Walter Malone in a compan-
ION verse to Ingalls, Opportunity
Every day stand outside your door,
anu bid you wake and ride to fight
and win" is Mr.. Malone's belief. 1t
smacks OF optimism, doesn't 1t? 1t is
bracer, while the ingalls, poem car
RES the effect of dash of cold
weather. Just read what Mr.. ingalls,
wrote:
Master OF human destinies am I,
Fame, love and fortune on my foot
steps wait,
Cities and fields walk; penetrate
Deserts and seas remote. And pass.
Ing by.
Howell and mart and palace, soon or
| knock unbidden once at every gate.
If sleeping wake; if feasting rise be.
fore
| turn away; it is the hour of fate,
AND they who follow me reach every
state
Mortals desire and conquer every
foe
Save death; but those who doubt or
hesitate,
Condemned to failure, penury and
Seek me in vain, and uselessly i'm.
plore;
answer not, and return no more
j. ]. ingalls,.
They who follow me reach every
state mortals desire and conquer
every foe save death; but those who
doubt or hesitate, condemned to fail
ure, perjury and woe, seek me in
vain" Rather pessimistic, isn't 1t,
and especially SO to one who might
feel as most of US feel that he had
neglected some of the opportunities
of his youth. 1t is refreshing, then
to read Malone's companion verse.
The Companion Verse.
They do me wrong who say come
no more
When once &C I knock and fail to find
For every day stand outside your
door,
And bid you wait, and ride to fight
and win,
Wall not for precious chances passed
away,
Weep not for golden ages on the
wane;
Each night burn the records of the
day;
At sunrise every soul is, born again
Laugh like boy at splendors that
have sped,
To vanquish joys be blind and deaf
and dumb;
My judgment seal the dead past with
its dead,
But never bind moment yet to
come.
Though deep in mire, wiring not your
hands and weep;
lend my arm to all VINO say can;
No shame faced outcast ever sank
so deep
But yet might rise and be again a
man!
Thus thou behold thy lost youth all
aghast?
Doth reel from righteous retribu
tons blow?
Then turn from blotted archives Of
the past
And find the future pages white as
snow.
Art thou mourner! Rouse thee from
thy spell!
Art tnou sinner? Sin may be for
given!
Every morning gives thee wings t.
flee from hell,
Every night star to guide thy fee
to heaven.
Walter Malone.
That's brighter and more cheerful
Though deep in mire, wiring not YOU
hands and weep; lend my arm to al
who say can! No shame-faced out
cast ever sank SO deep but yet mign
rise and be again a man" 1t JUS
bristles with optimism and makes 6
man feel like taking a new hold on his
present opportunity and bracing him
self to eaten the future opportunity.
| And then there is a third view or
the question, that held by Mr. Dooley
He says:
Opportunity knocks at every mans
door once. On some mems doors il
hammers till it breaks down the dool
| and then goes in and wakes him ny
and afterwards works for him as {
night Waterman. On other mems
doors it knocks and runs away an6
on the doors of some men it knocks
1 and when they come out it hits then
over the head with an ak. But ever,
i man has an opportunity"
Don't hang your right foot over the
edge of the bed when you wake up il
the night and find the covers too warm
This warning stands out in bold relic
in the experience of a Trenton, NJ j.
woman. Spring weather came to fine
the blankets on the bed and she kicked
hem off and permitted her foot to hans