From the Rock Island Argus, November 26, 1912. By Duncan M. Smith. What a crisscross maze is life Take it any way you choose In the never ending strife As you gain and as you lose! Luck is with you now and then As you hurry for your goal Twisting through the maze again You are pitched into a hole. Out of it you scramble up, Hoping to do mighty deeds Still of sorrow you must sup Ere your budding hope succeeds. How you struggle, how you groan, As you buckle to your task Just to make success your own, Just in fortune’s smile to bask! But it isn’t all a frost. There are seasons to be gay. Hope is never wholly lost Joys are blooming on your way. There’s a path to your success You will find it after while If you seek with cheerfulness And you don’t forget to smile.
In the Maze