NOT A FAILURE EVERY WHERE.
They call him a failure. He passes by In clothes that were threadbare long ago; His head droops forward that once was high, His step is unsteady and slouching and slow. The stubbles looked grey on his wrinkled face, His eyes are heavy where pride once shone ; He has stepped aside and has left the race, The hope that once led him-to hurry has flown. They call him a failure. But one still clings To the love that he gave her long ago; She sits and she sews, and she some' times sings The words of brave songs that he used to know. Her face is fair and her eyes are bright, And still her kiss on his lips is pressed When he aimlessly shambles home at night, With a shrivelled heart in his sunk' en breast. They call him a failure. They do not know That he still is majestic in her glad sight; Though she toils for him, and is foolish, oh, He is still her girlhood's glorious knight. —"Red Magazine."
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Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2902, 17 January 1911, Page 6
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178NOT A FAILURE EVERY WHERE. Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2902, 17 January 1911, Page 6
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