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0901
\nThe agony of…<\/p>\n

Defeat<\/strong>
\nBy Edgar Guest<\/p>\n

No one is beat till he quits,
\nNo one is through till he stops,
\nNo matter how hard Failure hits,
\nNo matter how often he drops,
\nA fellow’s not down till he lies
\nIn the dust and refuses to rise.<\/p>\n

Fate can slam him and bang him around,
\nAnd batter his frame till he’s sore,
\nBut she never can say that he’s downed
\nWhile he bobs up serenely for more.
\nA fellow’s not dead till he dies.<\/p>\n