The Aim by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts. not alone
O THOU who lovest
The swift success, the instant goal,
But hast a lenient eye to mark
The failures of th’ inconstant soul,
Consider not my little worth,—
The mean achievement, scamped in act,
The high resolve and low result,
The dream that durst not face the fact.
But count the reach of my desire.
Let this be something in Thy sight:—
I have not, in the slothful dark,
Forgot the Vision and the Height.
Neither my body nor my soul
To earth’s low ease will yield consent.
I praise Thee for my will to strive.
I bless Thy goad of discontent.
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