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Edgar Guest - Endurance
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YOU never hear a woman boast
Of her endurance, yet I vow
The tiniest mite o` a woman has
More courage than a man, somehow.
Lor` bless me, when I hear a man
A-braggin` how he kep` right on
A pluggin`, fightin` to`ards his goal,
With all his hope of winnin` gone,
A-puffin` out his chest with pride,
It makes me smile, becoz I know
If he `d a woman`s cross t` bear,
`At he `d a give up long ago.

It `pears t` me `at woman is
Jes` equal parts o` nerve an` grit; 
There is no task too great fer her,
She doesn`t know such word as quit. 
I`ve seen her when I knew her strength
Was failin` faster every day, 
Still workin` on without complaint,
Findin`, in some mysterious way, 
The power t` overcome her aches,
An` all the weariness she knows. 
Endurance! Not bin` ever yet
Has equaled what a woman shows!

An` when her back was like t` break,
An` man would plumb discouraged be, 
I`ve heard a little woman say:
"The children need so much from me 
I`ve got t` work," an` then she `d start
Washin` an mendin` little clo`es; 
An` then sit up till late at night
Darnin` the holes in little hose.
It mattered not how sick she wuz,
No task o` hers she ever shirked,
When man would quit an` go t` bed
That little woman bravely worked.

An` so it allus makes me smile
T` hear a man git up an` say 
`T is wonderful what he endured,
An` how he worked from day t` day; 
An` then t` tell in boastin` style
The hardships that he underwent, 
Explainin` how he kep` his nerve
Although his strength was nearly spent. 
For when it comes t` downright grit,
An` bearin` troubles great an` small, 
An` winnin` spite of everything,
A little woman beats `em all.
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