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By Edgar Albert Guest

Perhaps the victory shall not come to me,

Perhaps I shall not reach the goal I seek,

It may be at the last I shall be weak

And falter as the promised land I see;

Yet I must try for it and strive to be

All that a conqueror is. On to the peak,

Must be my call — this way lies victory!

Boy, take my hand and hear me when I speak.

There is the goal. In honor make the fight.

I may not reach it but, my boy, you can.

Cling to your faith and work with all your might,

Some day the world shall hail you as a man.

And when at last shall come your happy day,

Enough for me that I have shown the way.