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By Unknown

The test of a man is the fight that he makes,

The grit that he daily shows;

The way he stands upon his feet,

And takes life's numerous bumps and blows.

A coward can smile when there's naught to fear.

And nothing his progress bars,

But it takes a man to stand and cheer,

While the other fellow stars.

It isn't the victory after all

But the fight that a Brother makes.

A man when driven against the wall, still stands

erect and takes the blows of fate with his head

held high, bleeding and bruised and pale,

Is the man who will win and fate defied,

For he isn't afraid to fail.

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