Winning Isn't Everything, But It

Still Sweet With Blossoms Is The Year's Fresh Prime.

The Sad And Solemn Night Hath Yet Her Multitude Of Cheerful Fires; The Glorious Host Of Light Walk The Dark Hemisphere Till She Retires; All Through Her Silent Watches, Gliding Slow, Her Constellations Come, And Climb The Heavens, And Go.

And Kind The Voice And Glad The Eyes That Welcome My Return At Night.

I Grieve For Life's Bright Promise, Just Shown And Then Withdrawn.

There Is A Day Of Sunny Rest For Every Dark And Troubled Night; And Grief May Hide An Evening Guest, But Joy Shall Come With Early Light.