Life is queer with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns. And many a fellow turns about, when he might have won had he stuck it out. Often, the goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man. Often the struggler has given up When he might have captured 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, The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems afar.