For boyhood’s lesson taught me this: ’Tis only
some egregious fool
Who rails at Fate and storms the skies because
some better man “tags gool.”
I’ve been content to stand there, friend, while
one by one the eager troop
Of boyhood’s chums have won their goal in Life’s
more earnest hide-and-coop.
Thank God, old chum, we still clasp hands and
pledge again our boyhood ties.