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Edgar Guest - To The Failures
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YOURS is the loser`s part to play,
For you the goal is far away
And never to be gained.
It is your lot to stand and see
The golden apples on life`s tree
By some one else attained;
To view with yearning in your eyes
Another grasp the precious prize.

It is for you to wade through fire,
To feel the burning of desire
And want unsatisfied;
And from the sleepless hours of night
You rise at morn, once more to fight
With victory denied;
Spurred on by hope that never dies,
You struggle ever toward the prize.

A failure? Yes, as glory goes,
Yet braver in the end than those
Who life`s great battles win;
For you return at break of day
With courage to renew the fray,
And with a lifted chin
You strive once more to reach the goal,
And ground your bark upon a shoal.

But when earth`s story shall be told,
And God`s great purpose we behold
With eyes new-born to see;
When we have passed beyond the pale
Of earth, and torn aside the veil
Of death`s great mystery, 
As souls victorious you`ll stand 
And God`s great prizes you`ll command.
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