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<h2> The Shame of Going Back </h2>
<h2> by Henry Lawson </h2>
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When you've come to make a fortune and you haven't made your salt,<br/>
And the reason of your failure isn't anybody's fault —<br/>
When you haven't got a billet, and the times are very slack,<br/>
There is nothing that can spur you like the shame of going back;<br/>
Crawling home with empty pockets,<br/>
Going back hard-up;<br/>
Oh! it's then you learn the meaning of humiliation's cup.<br/>
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When the place and you are strangers and you struggle all alone,<br/>
And you have a mighty longing for the town where you are known;<br/>
When your clothes are very shabby and the future's very black,<br/>
There is nothing that can hurt you like the shame of going back.<br/>
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When we've fought the battle bravely and are beaten to the wall,<br/>
'Tis the sneers of men, not conscience, that make cowards of us all;<br/>
And the while you are returning, oh! your brain is on the rack,<br/>
And your heart is in the shadow of the shame of going back.<br/>
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When a beaten man's discovered with a bullet in his brain,<br/>
They POST-MORTEM him, and try him, and they say he was insane;<br/>
But it very often happens that he'd lately got the sack,<br/>
And his onward move was owing to the shame of going back.<br/>
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Ah! my friend, you call it nonsense, and your upper lip is curled,<br/>
I can see that you have never worked your passage through the world;<br/>
But when fortune rounds upon you and the rain is on the track,<br/>
You will learn the bitter meaning of the shame of going back;<br/>
Going home with empty pockets,<br/>
Going home hard-up;<br/>
Oh, you'll taste the bitter poison in humiliation's cup.<br/></p>
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