“I may not reach the heights I seek,
My untried strength may fail me;
Or, half way up the mountain peak,
Fierce tempests may assail me.
But though that place I never gain,
Herein lies comfort for my pain—
I will be worthy of it.
“I may not triumph in success,
Despite my earnest labour.
I may not grasp results that bless
The efforts of my neighbour.
But though that goal I never see,
This thought that shall always dwell with me—
I will be worthy of it.”
Judge Not. –Matthew VII.I. Let us believe the best; there are enough, you know, Many a man would rise out of his dark despair,
Judging by what they see–wronging each other so.
Let us believe the best; there are enough to blame,
Numbers to think the worst–numbers to brand a name.
If there were only one, just to believe and care–
Out on the losing side, daring to take his stand–
Heedless of what men say, holding a brother’s hand.