The Enduring ~ John Gould Fletcher

The Enduring

John Gould Fletcher

If the autumn ended
Ere the birds flew southward,
If in the cold with weary throats
They vainly strove to sing,
Winter would be eternal;
Leaf and bush and blossom
Would never once more riotIn the spring.
If remembrance ended
When life and love are gathered,
If the world were not livingLong after one is gone,
Song would not ring, nor sorrow
Stand at the door in evening;
Life would vanish and slacken,
Men would be changed to stone.
But there will be autumn's bounty
Dropping upon our weariness,
There will be hopes unspoken
And joys to haunt us still;
There will be dawn and sunset
Though we have cast the world away,
And the leaves dancingOver the hill.

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Courage ~ Edgar Guest

Courage


Edgar Guest


Courage isn't a brilliant dash,
A daring deed in a moment's flash;
It isn't an instantaneous thing
Born of despair with a sudden spring
It isn't a creature of flickered hope
Or the final tug at a slipping rope;
But it's something deep in the soul of man
That is working always to serve some plan.

Courage isn't the last resort
In the work of life or the game of sport;
It isn't a thing that a man can call
At some future time when he's apt to fall;
If he hasn't it now, he will have it not
When the strain is great and the pace is hot.
For who would strive for a distant goal
Must always have courage within his soul.

Courage isn't a dazzling light
That flashes and passes away from sight;
It's a slow, unwavering, ingrained trait
With the patience to work and the strength to wait.
It's part of a man when his skies are blue,
It's part of him when he has work to do.
The brave man never is freed of it.
He has it when there is no need of it.

Courage was never designed for show;
It isn't a thing that can come and go;
It's written in victory and defeat
And every trial a man may meet.
It's part of his hours, his days and his years,
Back of his smiles and behind his tears.
Courage is more than a daring deed:
It's the breath of life and a strong man's creed. 


Good Luck & Bad ~ Grantland Rice

Good Luck and Bad

Grantland Rice

GOOD Luck is like a down hill tide 
That helps to make an easy start, 
Where one may paddle, drift or glide
Without much effort on his part;

But though it takes you to the goal
And brings you in the world's acclaim, 
It builds no fibre for your soul
Nor molds you for the rougher game. 

Bad Luck is like an uphill sweep,
The test of courage and of class, 
Where troubles grow and shadows creep
And none except the valiant pass ;

Where through raw gales that blow but ill
The entry clings to this lone dream : 
The stalwart only stalks the hill
The gamefish only swims up stream. 

If your main wish is but to win
Let Good Luck help to pull you through, 
To know the cheering and the din
That go where laurel sprigs are due ;

But if you wish to build a heart
That scorns the fickle whims of Fate, 
Take Hard Luck for the journey's start
With rugged Trouble for a mate. 


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Courage ~ Anne Sexton

Courage


Anne Sexton


It is in the small things we see it.
The child's first step, 
as awesome as an earthquake.
The first time you rode a bike, 
wallowing up the sidewalk.
The first spanking when your heart
went on a journey all alone.
When they called you crybaby
or poor or fatty or crazy
and made you into an alien, 
you drank their acid
and concealed it.

Later, 
if you faced the death of bombs and bullets
you did not do it with a banner, 
you did it with only a hat to
comver your heart.
You did not fondle the weakness inside you
though it was there.
Your courage was a small coal
that you kept swallowing.
If your buddy saved you
and died himself in so doing, 
then his courage was not courage, 
it was love; love as simple as shaving soap.

Later, 
if you have endured a great despair, 
then you did it alone, 
getting a transfusion from the fire, 
picking the scabs off your heart, 
then wringing it out like a sock.
Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow, 
you gave it a back rub
and then you covered it with a blanket
and after it had slept a while
it woke to the wings of the roses
and was transformed.

Later, 
when you face old age and its natural conclusion
your courage will still be shown in the little ways, 
each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen, 
those you love will live in a fever of love, 
and you'll bargain with the calendar
and at the last moment
when death opens the back door
you'll put on your carpet slippers
and stride out. 


Courage, Courage, Courage ~ Edgar Guest

Courage, Courage, Courage


Edgar Guest


When the burden grows heavy, and rough is the way, 
When you falter and slip, and it isn't your day, 
And your best doesn't measure to what is required, 
When you know in your heart that you're fast growing tired, 
With the odds all against you, there's one thing to do: 
That is, call on your courage and see the thing through.


Who battles for victory ventures defeat. 
Misfortune is something we all have to meet ; 
Take the loss with the grace you would take in the gain. 
When things go against you, don't whine or complain; 
Just call on your courage and grin if you can. 
Though you fail to succeed, do not fail as a man.


There are dark days and stormy, which come to us all, 
When about us in ruin our hopes seem to fall. 
But stand to whatever you happen to meet— 
We must all drink the bitter as well as the sweet. 
And the test of your courage is: What do you do 
In the hour when reverses are coming to you.


Never changed is the battle by curse or regret, 
Though you whimper and whine, still the end must be met 
And who fights a good fight, though he struggle in vain, 
Shall have many a vict'ry to pay for his pain.
So take your reverses as part of the plan 
Which God has devised for creating a man.