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The Quitter

When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
    And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
    To cock your revolver and . . . die.
But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can,"
    And self-dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . .
    It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard.

"You're sick of the game!" Well, now that's a shame.
    You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
"You've had a raw deal!" I know--but don't squeal,
    Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
    So don't be a piker, old pard!
Just draw on your grit, it's so easy to quit.
    It's the keeping-your chin-up that's hard.

It's easy to cry that you're beaten--and die;
    It's easy to crawfish and crawl;
But to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight--
    Why that's the best game of them all!
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
    All broken and battered and scarred,
Just have one more try--it's dead easy to die,
    It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.

by Robert William Service