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We often hear about life's “checkered scenes,”
And every man's experience owns the same,
And this is what the trite expression means:
The world 's a checker-board and life 's the game.
The men are placed when we sit down to play,
The rows unbroken, and we boldly move,
But oft disaster marks the first essay,
And, pushing blindly on, we losers prove.
Let us be wary, watching close the board,
Looking for traps that may on us be sprung —
For fate propitious cannot be restored,
If lost the vantage when the game is young.
Through vigilance alone we ever win
O'er those shrewd players, Appetite and Sin.