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Show JUST FOLKS Iiy EDGAR A. GCEST. GREATER THAN VICTORY I thought I'd done a dreadful thing. ' My hope had tallcn fluttering And I load failed where 1 had tried I For conquest and its touch of pririu. j I'd done my best and it had lost But -tpilckly I was reconeilod. I She heard my story through, and smiled. I "What matters it?" she said to me, "Wo did not need the victory." Then Hud came bounding through t&s door, And helter-skelter on the floor ,. 1 romped with him, forgetting there The hurt of failure and despair, As happy at the close of day As though success had come my way. Pud and his mother blessed pair! Were proof against the stings of car They wouIW not change or love me Ics I Uccause 1 faltered in success They did not. to be proud of nie. j Always require a victory. 'And though despair had left me glum, They still would smile to see me oqrptf. Here is the cure for every ache, The balm to comfort each mtstakei j So long as they who understand, j KeJoice to take me by uie hand .And gladly welcome me at night, ' i still can master every flight . Here is the greater victory, 'Always to have them proud of nie. (Copyright, Edgar A. Gue |