a cnsinianabeonnenataned tatraieniiesinticle i

AS TO GAMENESS.

It isn't the flame and the rush and the dash,

It isn't the charge and the sweep — the erash,

It isn't the sudden oust teas) thrill of the heart that's ablaze with
victorious will;

But itts just coming on---coming on---«-coming on,

In the. faces wP-32% helt wiew the isst hope seems gone;

Still pilictns and plodding---whatever the load,

Coming on---coming on---to the end of the roade

There's only one reason for games strewn about,
Not winning or losing but playing them outs;
Not merely to pick up the cheers that are due,

or when others break though;

Still plugging and pitiding end groping away,
Through fogs and through shadows that hold one at bay,
Well knowing how little it matters if one

Keeps pounding along £&kix to the end of the rune

Grant land Riceée

Regardless of score and the break of the game,

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