_To my Wife,
Margaret Edith Viereck._
Never on the winning side,
Always on the right--
Vanquished, this shall be our pride
In the world’s despite.
Let the oily Pharisees
Purse their lips and rant,
Calm we face the Destinies:
Better “can’t” than Cant.
Bravely drain, then fling away,
Break the cup of sorrow!
Courage! He who lost the day
May have won the morrow.