1910 version
Game Called.
Across the field of play
the dusk has come, the hour is late.
The fight is done and lost or won,
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'All wars are planned by older men
In council rooms apart,
Who call for greater armament
And map the battle chart.
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GIVE me but room to fight my way,
I ask no other gift from Fate;
Though it should crowd on me at bay,
Where only ghosts and shadows wait.
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There were saddened hearts in Mudville for a week or even more;
There were muttered oaths and curses- every fan in town was sore.
'Just think,' said one, 'how soft it looked with Casey at the bat,
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WE have loved but we have lost
We have fought but we have failed;
We have paid the bitter cost,
Yet our hearts have never quailed ;
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WHEN morning brings the end of sleep
I say, 'This is my toughest day
I'll find the shadows dark and deep,
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'THERE are roads that lead through valleys where the
grass is soft and green ;
There are lanes that lead through morning where the
friendly maples lean;
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GOOD Luck is like a down hill tide
That helps to make an easy start,
Where one may paddle, drift or glide
Without much effort on his part;
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WHERE the puddle is shallow, the weakfish stay
To drift along with the current's flow ;
To take the tide as it moves each day
With the idle ripples that come and go ;
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Back in the Vanished Country
There's a cabin in the lane,
Across the yellow sunshine
And the silver of the rain;
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