HARD KNOCKS

By Edgar Albert Guest

I'm not the man to say that failure's sweet,

Nor tell a chap to laugh when things go wrong;

I know it hurts to have to take defeat

An’ no one likes to lose before a throng;

It is n't very pleasant not to win

When you have done the very best you could;

But if you're down, get up an’ buckle in —

A lickin’ often does a fellow good.

I've seen some chaps who never knew their power

Until somebody knocked‘ em to the floor;

I've known men who discovered in an hour

A courage they had never shown before.

I've seen‘ em rise from failure to the top

By doin’ things they had n't understood

Before the day disaster made‘ em drop —

A lickin’ often does a fellow good.

Success is not the teacher, wise an’ true,

That gruff old failure is, remember that;

She's much too apt to make a fool of you,

Which is n't true of blows that knock you flat.

Hard knocks are painful things an’ hard to bear,

An’ most of us would dodge‘ em if we could;

There's something mighty broadening in care —

A lickin’ often does a fellow good.