The Anthology
Though victory's proof of the skill you possess,
Though victory's proof of the skill you possess, Defeat is the proof of your grit; A weakling can smile in his days of success, But at trouble's first sign he will quit. So the test of the heart and the test of your pluck Isn't skies that are sunny and fair, But how do you stand…
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