” All honor to him, who shall win the fight,”
The world has cried for a thousand years,
But to him who tries and who fails and dies,
I give great honor and glory and tears;
Give glory and honor and pitiful tears
To all who fail in their deeds sublime;
Their ghosts are many in the wan of years,
They were born with time in advance of time.
Oh! great is the hero who wins a name,
But greater many and many a time
Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame
And let’s God publish the thought sublime.
And great is the man with the sword undrawn,
And good is the man who refrains from wine,
But the man who fails and yet still fights on,
Lo, he is a twin brother of mine.