IX. THE END HOLE.
The end, but not the end—the distance-post
That halves the game—a serious point to thee,
For if one more thou losest, 'twill be three:
Yet even in that case, think not all is lost.
Men four behind have been, on the return,
So favoured by Olympus, or by care,
That all their terrors vanished into air,
And caddies cried them dormy at the burn!
I could quote proverbs, did I speak at random:
Full many a broken ship comes into port,
Full many a cause is gained at last resort,
But Golf impresses most, Nil desperandum.
Turn, then, my son, with two against, nor dread
To gain the winning-post with one ahead.
R. C. Jr.
