It is not the critic who counts,
Not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled,
Or where the doer of deeds could have done them better,
The credit goes to the man who is actually in the arena,
Whose face is marred by dust and blood,
Who strive valiantly,
Who errs and comes short again and again,
Wwho knows geat enthusiams,the great devotions,
Who spend himself in a worthy cause,
Who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
And who at the worst,if he fails,at least fails while DARING GREATLY,
So that his place shall never be with the timid souls,
Who neither knows victory,nor defeat.
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