Classic Poem

Learn to speak this little word
In its proper place—
Let no timid doubt be heard,
Clothed with sceptic grace;
Let thy lips, without disguise,
Boldly pour it out;
Though a thousand dulcet lies
Keep hovering about.
For be sure our lives would lose
Future years of woe;
If our courage could refuse
The present hour with “No.”

Learn to speak this little word
In its proper place—
Let no timid doubt be heard,
Clothed with sceptic grace;
Let thy lips, without disguise,
Boldly pour it out;
Though a thousand dulcet lies
Keep hovering about.
For be sure our lives would lose
Future years of woe;
If our courage could refuse
The present hour with “No.”