When you want smile, but have to sigh. Don t give up, though the pace Seems slow, you may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than, it seems to a paint and faltering man. Often the struggler has given up when might captures the victor s cup. And he learned too late when the night came down, How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out, in a silver tent, in a cloud of doubt.
When you never can tell how close you are. When it seems afar. So stick to the fight when you re hardest hit, It s when things seem worst that your mustn t quit. Out of the night that covers me. Black as a pit from pole to pole.