The Love of the Game
Edgar Guest 

There is too much of sighing, and weaving
Of pitiful tales of despair.
There is too much of wailing and grieving,
And too much of railing at care.
There is far too much glorification
Of money and pleasure and fame;
But I sing the joy of my station,
And I sing the love of my game.

There is too much of tremble-lip telling
Of hurts that have come with the fight.
There is too much of pitiful dwelling
On plans that have failed to go right.
There is too much of envious pining
For luxuries other may claim.
Too much thought of wining and dining.
But I sing the love of my game.

There is too much of grim magnifying
The troubles that come with the day,
There is too much indifferent trying
To travel a care-beset way.
Too much do men think of gold-getting,
Too much have they underwrit shame,
Which accounts for the frowning and fretting,
But I sing the joy of my game.

Let's get back to the work we are doing;
Let us reckon its joys and its pain;
Let us pause while our tasks we're reviewing,
To sum up the cost of each gain.
Let us give up our whining and wailing
Because of the bruises that maim,
And battle the chances of failing
As being part of the game.

Let us care more for serving than winning,
Let us look at our woes as they are;
It is time now that we were beginning
To be less afraid of a scar.
Let us cease in our glorification
Of money and pleasure and fame,
And find, whatsoe'r be our station,
Our joy in the love of the game.

From "Just Folks" 1917




~ Unsorted ~
Good Books    When Day Is Done    What We Need
God Made This Day For Me    The Homely Man    The Joys We Miss
What I Call Living    If This Were All    A Christmas Carol
Forgotten Boyhood    The Peaks of Valor    No Children!
The Loss Is Not So Great    Home and the Office    He's Taken Out His Papers
No Room for Hate    A Boy and His Dog    No Better Land Than This

~ Patriotism ~
A Patriotic Creed    Memorial Day    Show the Flag
Things That Make A Soldier Great    
Forefathers' Day    A Creed    A Patriotic Wish
The Future

~ Everyday Living ~
Raisen Pie    Out Fishin'   

~ Friendship ~
A Friend    Be A Friend    A Friends Greeting

~ Having Character ~
At The Door    Myself    You   
The Brethren    The Love of the Game    Influence
The Finer Thought    When You Know A Fellow    Thoughtlessness
Things That Haven't Been Done Before    The Cheat    Equipment
True Nobility    Can't

~ On Being A Dad ~
Only A Dad    Afraid Of His Dad    Story Telling

~ Boys & Girls ~
Treasures    The Beauties    Being Brave At Night
A Boy and His Dad    The Good Little Boy   

~ The Babies ~
A New Baby In The House    A Child Of Mine
When A Baby Dies    Baby Feet    What A Baby Costs

~ Being A Man ~
A Real Man    My Creed    A Man
Lord Make Me A Regular Man    The Man Who Couldn't Save
The True Man    Answering Him

~ Home & The Family~
The Little Home    On Going Home For Christmas    Take Home A Smile
The Stick-Together Families    The Perfect Dinner Table
Home (It Takes A Heap O' Livin')

~ God & Faith ~
Silent    When Sorrow Comes    Sermons We See
The First Easter    As We Prayed    The Weaver
Faith    On a Certain Religious Argument   

~ Life ~
Life    It Couldn't Be Done    See It Through
Life's Canvas   

~ A Certain Kind Of Folk ~
The Lighthouse Keeper Wonders    The Scoutmaster


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