Diamonds are only chunks of coal
That stuck to their job, you see;
if they'd petered out, as most of us do,
It isn't the fact of making a start,
It's the sticking that counts, I'll say,
It's the fellow that knows not the meaning of fall,
but hammers and hammers away.
Whenever you think you've come to the end,
And you're beaten as bad can be,
Remember that diamonds are chunks of coal,
That stuck to their jobs, you see.
Virginia Call
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