When things go worng, as they sometimes will,


When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,


When the funds are low and the debts are high,


and yoy want to smile, but you have to sigh,


When care is pressing you down a bit,


Rest, if you must----but don't quit.




Life is queer with it's twish and turns,


As everyone of us sometimes learns,


And many a failure turns about,


When he might have won had he stuck it out;


Don't give up, though the pace seems slow----


You might succeed with another blow.




Often the goal is nearer than


it seems to a faint and falltering man,


Often the struggler has given up


When he might have captured the victor's cup.


And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,


how close he was to the golden crown.




Success is failure turned inside out---


The silver tint of the clouds doubt---


And you never can tell how close it seems afar;


So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit----


It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.