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Show SONG OF MANHOOD. Oh .some there arc that Kold must chcr, some want to diink life's glory clear, And some think happiness Is told in wearing1 taney dress, And some would filter out of life its care md prlef and pain of strife To pond the fruitful jcars of time in dreamy idleness. But grant to me the men who ?a "We II meet whatever comes our v.a; . We'll take life's pleasure and Us pain, its bitter and Its sweet; II gladly work und gladly play an I live our Hes 'as best wc may, The load that leads to vlctor leads also to defeat." Oh. some there arc that sigh for fame, and some the heights of skill would ' lalm. Seme grieve and fret and frown beeaus-the beeaus-the sun has faikd to shine Some will not let themselves lie gU) until some far-off Joy is had, In all the splendor of today their eyes see nothing fine, But grant to me the men who cry: "It Is not yet our time to die! The cup of life is at our lips and wc may drink its lrew' We'll trudge the 1 aln-splashed road today, to-day, tomorrow wc may rest and play, For who would dine with happiness must sup with sorrow too." Oh, some would live from vear to ycHr and never shed a single tear. And some would dull theli palates with the Juices sickly sweet; Some would not run the risk of pain ono hour of added Joy to gain, Xor put their courage to the lest b) venturing with defeat I But grant to me the men who shout-"No shout-"No less can put our faith to rout. 1 We'll take what comes of good or ill as fate is pleased to give; We'll gladly work and gladly plav for pleasure here with pain we'll pay, ' And when at last It's ours to die, we'll say 'twas good to live " |