 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
[“Persevere, persevere!” cry the homilists all]
“Persevere, persevere!” cry the homilists all,Themselves, day and night, persevering to bawl.
“Remember the fable of tortoise and hare—
The one at the goal while the other is—where?”
Why, back there in Dreamland, renewing his lease
Of life, all his muscles preserving the peace,
The goal and the rival forgotten alike,
And the long fatigue of the needless hike.
His spirit a-squat in the grass and the dew
Of the dogless Land beyond the Stew,
He sleeps, like a saint in a holy place,
A winner of all that is good in a race.
Sukker Uffro.
| The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | |