you’ve tried and have not won, Never stop for crying; All that’s good and great is done Just by patient trying. Though young birds, in flying, fall, Still their wings grow stronger, And the next time they can keep Up a little longer. Though the sturdy oak has known Many a wind that bowed her, She has risen again and grown Loftier and prouder. If by easy work you’re beat, Who the more will prize you? Gaining victory from defeat, That’s the test that tries you
