The Luck Will Alter And The Star

Lord, Give To Me Who Are Old And Rougher The Things That Little Children Suffer, And Let Keep Bright And Undefiled The Young Years Of The Little Child.

It Ought To Have Gangsters, And Aeroplanes And A Lot Of Automatic Pistols.

Only The Road And The Dawn, The Sun, The Wind, And The Rain, And The Watch Fire Under Stars, And Sleep, And The Road Again.

In This Life He Laughs Longest Who Laughs Last.

Life's Battle Is A Conquest For The Strong; The Meaning Shows In The Defeated Thing.