TO THE LOSER.

New Zealand Tablet, 31 January 1918, Page 45

TO THE LOSER.

So you've lost your race, lad, Ran it clean and fast? ":''■!_ v . Beaten; at the tape, lad ? ■•-.- "7^,i'.-i;A 7 -.: Rough ? -Yes,": but 'tis past. Never mind the losing,, : •, * "," ,; Think of how you ran, Smile and shut your teeth, 1 lad yeCMt/3,Take it like a man." ; •■ '•■;} "--''' Not the winning counts lad, But the winning fair; ~,..,.. Not the losing shames lad, '""' *"' But the weak despair. So, when failure stuns you, Don't forget your plan 7 |j7 Smile and shut your teeth, lad, Take it like a man! ... Diamonds turned to paste, lad ? Night instead of morn? Where you'd pluck a rose, lad, Oft you grasp a thorn ? Time will heel the bleeding, Life is but a span;' Smile, and shut your teeth, lad, Take it like a man ! Then when sunshine comes, lad, When your fighting's through, And the Silent Guest, lad, Fills his cup ■ for you ; Shrink not, clasp it calmly, Do the best you can, ;Smile and close your eyes, lad, And end as you began.