It can be done · Chapter 125The Disappointed
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Those who have striven nobly and failed deserve sympathy. Sometimes they deserve also praise unreserved, in that they have refused to do something ignoble which would have led to what the world calls success. They have lived the idea which Macbeth merely proclaimed:
"I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none."
There are songs enough for the hero Who dwells on the heights of fame; I sing of the disappointed— For those who have missed their aim.
I sing with a tearful cadence For one who stands in the dark, And knows that his last, best arrow Has bounded back from the mark.
I sing for the breathless runner, The eager, anxious soul, Who falls with his strength exhausted. Almost in sight of the goal;
For the hearts that break in silence, With a sorrow all unknown, For those who need companions, Yet walk their ways alone.
There are songs enough for the lovers Who share love's tender pain, I sing for the one whose passion Is given all in vain.
For those whose spirit comrades Have missed them on their way, I sing, with a heart o'erflowing, This minor strain to-day.
And I know the Solar system Must somewhere keep in space A prize for that spent runner Who barely lost the race.
For the plan would be imperfect Unless it held some sphere That paid for the toil and talent And love that are wasted here.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
From "Picked Poems."