His losses, rebuffs, and defeat;
Whose heart will not break though the world may forsake,—
From the enemy will not retreat.
Who never will murmur at fate, when
It seems an unmerciful foe,
But struggles along with a heart true and strong,
And strikes a far nobler blow.
Though his last golden castle is shattered
And sown to the wind long ago,
Each one that he meets with a warm smile he greets,—