The Determined Doer: A Poem

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grand sight to behold them then! Over the fire is a sheet-iron protector, suspended by chains, about six feet above each furnace. This prevents the strong flame from reaching too close to the hops, and seems to disseminate the heat more regularly. After the hops are thoroughly dried and cooled, a sack is attached to the pressing machine, and they are pressed into it so tightly that no impression of the hand can be made upon it; then, through the opening, it slides to the floor beneath, where, having been branded with the firm's name and the year, and sewed up, it is ready for the market. Each one of the these sacks or bales weigh one hundred and fifty pounds.

THE DETERMINED DOER.

'I like the man who faces what he must '

With step triumphant and a heart of cheer; Who fights the daily battles without fear; Sees his hopes fail, yet keeps unfaltering trust That God is God; that somehow true and just, His plans work out for mortals; not a tear Is shed when fortune, which the world holds dear, Falls from his grasp ; better, with love, a crust Than living in dishonor, envies not, Nor loses faith in man; but does his best, Nor even murmurs at his humbler lot; But with a smile and words of hope, gives zest To every toiler; he alone is great, Who by a life heroic conquers fate."