Life is sometimes like drill-ground, Mon are like recruits on parade Only after many failures Soldiers great and good are made.
As you were" is oft the order False steps made thou must retrace Nothing daunted by thy blunders, Purn again, and count on Grace.
Israel's favoured Prophet-psalmist, Sometimes stumbled on parade Through his fights, and falls, and follies David's harp was chiefly made.
Children learn to walk by falling xyThey are pitied when they Liughter swiftly follows weeping, Surely men are children all.
(riy TeGecRarH FROM
(sreclaLiy TraNstarED FoR THE
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