My Name Is Trouble ~ Grantland Rice

My name is Trouble—I’m a busy bloke—

    I am the test of Courage—and of Class—

  I bind the coward to a bitter yoke,

    I drive the craven from the crowning pass;

  Weaklings I crush before they come to fame;

    But as the red star guides across the night,

  I train the stalwart for a better game;

    I drive the brave into a harder fight.

  My name is Hard Luck—the wrecker of rare dreams—

    I follow all who seek the open fray;

  I am the shadow where the far light gleams

    For those who seek to know the open way;

  Quitters I break before they reach the crest,

    But where the red field echoes with the drums,

  I build the fighter for the final test

    And mold the brave for any drive that comes.

  My name is Sorrow—I shall come to all

    To block the surfeit of an endless joy;

  Along the Sable Road I pay my call

    Before the sweetness of success can cloy;

  And weaker souls shall weep amid the throng

    And fall before me, broken and dismayed;

  But braver hearts shall know that I belong

    And take me in, serene and unafraid.

I show the way, at last, beyond the foe,

    To where the scarlet flames of triumph burn.

Grantland Rice

See it Through ~ Edgar Guest

When you’re up against a trouble,
    Meet it squarely, face to face;
  Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
    Plant your feet and take a brace.
  When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
    Do the best that you can do;
  You may fail, but you may conquer,
    See it through!

  Black may be the clouds about you
    And your future may seem grim,
  But don’t let your nerve desert you;
    Keep yourself in fighting trim.
  If the worse is bound to happen,
    Spite of all that you can do,
  Running from it will not save you,
    See it through!

  Even hope may seem but futile,
    When with troubles you’re beset,
  But remember you are facing
    Just what other men have met.
  You may fail, but fall still fighting;
    Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
  Eyes front, head high to the finish.
    See it through!

Edgar A. Guest

Can You Sing a Song ~ Joseph Morris

Can you sing a song to greet the sun,
  Can you cheerily tackle the work to be done,
  Can you vision it finished when only begun,
    Can you sing a song?

  Can you sing a song when the day’s half through,
  When even the thought of the rest wearies you,
  With so little done and so much to do,
    Can you sing a song?

  Can you sing a song at the close of the day,
  When weary and tired, the work’s put away,
  With the joy that it’s done the best of the pay,
    Can you sing a song?

Joseph Morris