The Golfer's Rubaiyat

to play one Round, or, meeker still,
To mix a gentle Foursome satisfied.

LXXIV

THAT even the wavering Remnant of the Swing
May bear some witness to my virtuous Spring,
And leave no True-believer passing-by
Unedified by its Admonishing.

LXXV

WOULD but the god of Golfers ere too late
Arrest the sure-advancing step of Fate,
What matter if we play the Odd or Like?
Or--if we play--hole out in Four or Eight?

LXXVI

AH, let the Honor go to Fate, and let
All difficulties by that Crack be met;
The Duffer still may win a Half or two,
Content while Fate is only Dormie yet.

LXXVII

OR if ev'n this be taken, you and I
May still fare onward calmly, honestly,
Nor care how many Down the Record stand:
The Match is over--Let us play the Bye!

LXXVIII

YON rising Moon that leads us Home again,
How oft hereafter will she wax