If you put your nose to the grindstone rough,
And hold it there just long enough,
By-and-by you will say, ‘There is no such thing
As pines that whisper and brooks that sing.’
For three things will your life compose-
You and the stone and your darned old nose –
- Ride North
Holbrook, Tenney. From the Log of a Trout Fisherman. New York: Independent, 1949. Print.