THE SURVIVORS
Many are called, but only a fe w Come sialking through. Stout of heart and hardy enough to call Fate’s bluff; To face the drudgery and the grind, And leave behind Dreams of softer, easier life Apart from strife. Many are called, but out of the lot Feiv cop the pot Talcing the hurdles as they rise Before dim eyes, Heartsick, weary, but full of tight In the face of night. Facing odds where the wild storms roar Through the final score. Many are called, but the road is long Through the crowded, throng. The road that leads to the peak of fame Through the bitter gan\g ; 'Where there is neither peace nor rest In the endless quest, Forever on and up, and then Still on again. —GRAKTLAND RICE, in the “San Francisco Chronicle.'’
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 110, 30 July 1927, Page 11
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136THE SURVIVORS Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 110, 30 July 1927, Page 11
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