The sibyl . The Quitter Youre sick of the game! Well, now thats a shame, Youre young and youre brave and youre bright;Youve had a hard time, I know, but dont whine, Buck up, do your blamedest, and the plugging away that will win you the day, So dont be a piker, old pard !Just draw on your grit; its, easy to quit; Its the keeping-your-chin-up thats easy to cry that youre beaten—and die; Its easy to crawfish and crawl;But to fight and to fight when hopes out of sight— Why, thats the best game of them all!And though you come out of each grueling bout, All broken and beaten and
The sibyl . The Quitter Youre sick of the game! Well, now thats a shame, Youre young and youre brave and youre bright;Youve had a hard time, I know, but dont whine, Buck up, do your blamedest, and the plugging away that will win you the day, So dont be a piker, old pard !Just draw on your grit; its, easy to quit; Its the keeping-your-chin-up thats easy to cry that youre beaten—and die; Its easy to crawfish and crawl;But to fight and to fight when hopes out of sight— Why, thats the best game of them all!And though you come out of each grueling bout, All broken and beaten and scarred,Just have one more try—its dead easy to die, Its the keeping-on-living thats hard. —ROBERT W. SERVICE. 3S. 39
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