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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost Master</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And when I come to die," he said,<br>"Ye shall not lay me out in state,<br>Nor leave your laurels at my head,<br>Nor cause your men of speech orate;<br>No monument your gift shall be,<br>No column in the Hall of Fame;<br>But just this line ye grave for me:<br> `He played the game.'"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when his glorious task was done,<br>It was not of his fame we thought;<br>It was not of his battles won,<br>But of the pride with which he fought;<br>But of his zest, his ringing laugh,<br>His trenchant scorn of praise or blame:<br>And so we graved his epitaph,<br> "He played the game."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so we, too, in humbler ways<br>Went forth to fight the fight anew,<br>And heeding neither blame nor praise,<br>We held the course he set us true.<br>And we, too, find the fighting sweet;<br>And we, too, fight for fighting's sake;<br>And though we go down in defeat,<br>And though our stormy hearts may break,<br>We will not do our Master shame:<br>We'll play the game, please God,<br> We'll play the game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508789" data-title="The Lost Master de Robert William Service" data-description=""And when I come to die," he said, "Ye shall not lay me out in state, Nor leave your laurels at my head, Nor cause your men of speech orate; No monument your gift shall be, No column in the Hall of Fame; But just this line ye grave ..."></div> </div> </div>
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