Carry On
It's easy to fight when everything's
right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the
glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's
near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It's a different song when
everything's wrong.
When you're feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope
there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:
Carry on! Carry on!
There isn't much punch in your blow.
You're glaring and staring and hitting
out blind;
You're muddy and bloody, but never
mind.
Carry on! Carry on!
You haven't the ghost of a show.
It's looking like death, but while
you've a breath,
Carry on, my son! Carry on!
And so in the strife of the battle of
life
It's easy to fight when you're
winning;
It's easy to slave, and starve and be
brave,
When the dawn of success is beginning.
But the man who can meet despair and
defeat
With a cheer, there's a man of God's
choosing;
The man who can fight to Heaven's own
height
Is the man who can fight when he's
losing.
Carry on! Carry on!
Things never were looming so black.
But show that you haven't a cowardly
streak,
And though you're unlucky you never
are weak.
Carry on! Carry on!
Brace up for another attack.
It's looking like hell, but - you
never can tell;
Carry on, old man! Carry on!
There are some who drift out in the
deserts of doubt,
And some who in brutishness wallow;
There are others, I know, who in piety
go
Because of a Heaven to follow.
But to labor with zest, and to give of
your best,
For the sweetness and joy of the
giving;
To help folks along with a hand and a
song;
Why, there's the real sunshine of
living.
Carry on! Carry on!
Fight the good fight and true;
Believe in you mission, greet life
with a cheer;
There's big work to do, and that's why
you are here.
Carry on! Carry on!
Let the world be the better for you;
And at last when you die, let this be
your cry:
Carry on, my soul! Carry on!
Robert W. Service
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