The victor’s road is the easy way.
Straight it stretches and climbs to where
Fame is waiting with garlands gay
To wreathe the fighter who clambers there.
There’s applause in plenty and gold’s red gleam
For the man who plays on the winning team.
The loser travels a longer lane;
Level it leads to a lonely land.
There’s little glory for him to gain
The voices mock him on either hand;
But the man who wins in the greater game
Is the man who, beaten, fights on the same.
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