New and old in the Olympic games

And others,happier,
rise and fare to pass within
the hallowed portal, and see the
glory shining there;
Shined in her stand-fast eyes immortal.


What though eyes be dim and dull,
their heads be white in reverend blossom;
Our mother's smile is beautiful as when
bore them on her bosom !


Her heavenly forehead bears no line
of Time's iconoclastic fingers,
But o'er her form the grace divine of
deathless youth and wisdom lingers.


We fade and pass, grow faint and old,
but, comp-eat to the bitter end.
Till youth and joy and hope are banished,
and still her beauty seems to fold;
The sum of all the glory vanished.


As while London faltered on the
threshold of the Olympian dawnings.
Comp-eat, comp-eat only one thing
matters= win - win - win and win again
Gold - Gold - Gold...