Glare of the Truth HWSM 05 003

2025-11-04T00:00:00Z

Glare of the Truth And each forgets, as he strips and runs, With a brilliant, fitful pace, It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day with a hope that’s dead In the glare of the truth at last. (p. 70) Service, Robert W. "The Men That Don't Fit In." Songs of a Sourdough. 1907. W. Briggs, 1918. https://archive.org/details/songsofsourdough00serv_33/mode/2up