ひかるKunのちょうどのおとうふ

Be not content, contentment means inaction, 
    The growing soul aches on its upward quest; 
Satiety is twin to satisfaction-- 
    All great achievements spring from life's unrest.

The tiny roots, deep in the dark mould hiding, 
    Would never bless the earth with leaf and flower 
Were not an inborn restlessness abiding 
    In seed and germ, to stir them with its power.

Were man contented with his lot forever, 
    He had not sought strange seas with sails unfurled, 
And the vast wonder of our shores had never 
    Dawned on the gaze of an admiring world.

Prize what is yours, but be not quite contented, 
    There is a healthful restlessness of soul 
By which a mighty purpose is augmented 
    In urging men to reach a higher goal.

So when the restless impulse rises, driving 
    Your calm content before it, do not grieve; 
It is the upward reaching of the spirit 
    Of the God in you to achieve, achieve.