In my 8th grade social studies class two decades ago, we studied the following poem, recollected from memory:
Life is but a savage test
of who is least and who is best.
Those who fall may lack the wit.
The winners are the ones most fit.
This may seem harsh, but shun the whine.
Take in your breath, and toe the line.
Who will be the ones who lose?
Tis’ for God, not us, to choose.
If I recall correctly, it was in the context of studying the social Darwinism that predominated in the US during Gilded Age.
But upon Googling, not a single phrase in that poem is turning up any results. So who wrote this poem and when?