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Show THE MAN WHO DIDN'T SUCCEED Thoy stng of men who build the mills And glrdlo tho enrth with' atcel; Who fill tho hour and wield the power Thnt molds tho public weal. Honor to thorn that In honor do Tho work thnt tho world must nood, And yet In chief I hold a brief For tho man who didn't succeed. 'Tls not tho excuso ot tho Indolent, No plea for tho down and out; Nor specious rot condemning what Tho leaders aro about. Merely to nsk In a casual way Ot thoso who chnnco to read, For a fatror vlow, nnd klndor, too, Ot tho mnn who didn't succeed. His houso Is small, his tablo light; Ills family must enduro Tho snubs and snccrB ot tho hucenn- nocr Whoso debts fall on tho poor. Yet his Is a homo nnd no hotol, Ills wlfo a wlfo, Indeed, Thcro's nothing nbovo his children's lovo To tho man who didn't succeed. Admitting It's truo ho did not uinko Tho most of his talents ten, Ho won no pelt nor raised himself At tho cost of his fellow men. His hands nro clean, his heart 1b white, Ills honor hns been his creed Now who nro wo to sny that ho Is tho man who didn't succeed? I'oter Hoed, In Now York X'ost. |