THE RACE
Across the field and down the hill
I ran a race with Cousin Will,
And lost my shoe, I ran so fast,
And that is why I came in last.
But Cousin Will would try once more
Across the field down to the shore.
This time all would have ended well,
Only I stubbed my toe and fell.
And then we raced across the yard,
And though I ran as swift and hard
As Cousin Will, yet some way he
Got to the place ahead of me.
Will says to lose is no disgrace,
That trying really makes a race.
Twas trying, he says, made the fun,
That all we wanted was the run.
ALICE TURNER CURTIS.