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Show THE HAN WHO WINS. The man who wina ia the man who doee, The man who mukea thing" hum and burr.. The man who workt and the man who acta. Who build" on a bnait uf aulid facta; Who doeau'l "it down to mope and dream, Who huuipt ahead with the force of "team, Who hnn't the lime lo fuaa and fret, Hut get" there every time you bel. The uian who win" it the man who A "mile to cover hi" burden of caret; Who kuow" that the attn will thine again, Thut the cloud" will paaa, and we need the ruin. Who bticklea down to a pile of work And never givea up and never will thirk 'Til the tusk ia done, and the toil !h tweet, While the templet throb witb red blood 'a heat. The man who win" it the man who climb" The holder of life to the rheery ehimeh (if the bell" of lulior, tbe bell" of oil, And iau't afraid bit tkiu will aoil. If he face that "hino of the gluring And workt in the light till hit tt"k ia done; A human engine with triple beam And a hundred and fifty pounda of tcuin. KKKI) C. HATHAWAY. |