“Ko

Feat Sake of feriapine

THE WAY OF THE GAME

Now summer goes and to-morrow's snows
Will soon be deep;
And skies of blue which the summer knew
See shadows creep;
And the gleam to-night which is silver bright
Spans ghostly forms,
As the winds rush by with their warning cry ae
Of coming storms.
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So the laurel fades in the snow-swept glades
of flying years, :

As the dreams of youth find bitter truth
Of pain and tears;

Through the cheering mass let the victors pass
To find Fatets thrust,

As to-morrow's fame writes another's name
On drifting dust.

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i amis.