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A near thing! But he caught the plane: ’twas well

He did not miss it ... Yet, ’twere hard to tell

Why he should catch it, why so anxiously

He should have hurried, or why he or we

Should fret and fuss at all to hold a place

In the fantastic frenzy of the race

Man keeps up, travelling at fanatic speed

From nowhere to nowhere—or why, indeed,

We should persist ...

We should persist ...The plane soared to the blue;

And, as earth dropped away from us, I knew

The race is all in all, and not the goal;

That in the stress and strain man finds his soul:

Just to keep going gamely is the glory

Sufficient to itself, although the story

End with no fairy-tale felicity

Of living ever after happily.