Progress

1 Step by step we climb the mountain,
Inch by inch the oak tree grows;
Back and forth with tireless motion,
Grand old ocean ebbs and flows.

2 Making each year some small changes,
In the coastline, on the rocks;
While they stand in pose defiant,
Guarding us from Neptune’s shocks.

3 Straw by straw a nest is builded;
Brick by brick a house is made,
Day by day with constant effort,
Scholar climbs to higher grade.

4 Be not downcast, lowly worker,
If you do not seem to grow,
Do you best each day and moment,
And the years will progress show.

Source: Songs of Summerland #99