In Winter Quarters 



breasts. Are those who know and love 

 the higher trails of this existence to be 

 content with just the bread and meat 

 that hold body and soul together 

 overnight? For one, I glory in that 

 Bengal tiger's stout refusal to be recon- 

 ciled. He does not know of course that 

 o'er the door is written as to him, 

 "Abandon hope all ye who enter here." 

 And it is well that he is in such blessed 

 ignorance of that fact. For if he knew 

 the truth he probably would not try. 

 So in this daily protest of these captive 

 beasts, waiting, watching always for 

 the change they all agree is sure to 

 come some day to them, we find anew 

 the secret of the only way the worth- 

 while summits, each of his own career, 

 are ever to be reached. 



Not far away the big bronze Shake- 

 speare sits and meditates. His face is 

 ever toward the rising sun. Around 

 about him I can always see the ghosts 

 of his creations, and if you listen as you 

 pass, it may be you will hear stout- 

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