Howard Arnold Walter wrote a poem once that goes like this and he calls it appropriately enough:
I would be true for there are those who trust me;
I would be pure, for there are those who care;
I would be strong, for there is much to suffer;
I would be brave, for there is much to dare.
I would be friend of all: the poor, the friendless;
I would be giving and forget the gift;
I would be humble, for I know my weakness;
I would look up – and laugh – and love – and lift.
Success Unlimited, February 1974, page 38