IF all the end of this continuous striving Were simply to attain, How poor would seem the planning and contriving The endless urging and the hurried driving Of body, heart and brain! But ever in the wake of true achieving, There shines this glowing trail-- Some other soul will be spurred on, conceiving, New strength and hope, in its own power believing, Because thou didst not fail. Not thine alone the glory, nor the sorrow, If thou doth miss the goal, Undreamed of lives in many a far to-morrow From thee their weakness or their force shall borrow-- On, on, ambitious soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICTURE (VENUS RECLINING) by EZRA POUND THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FAMILIAR EPISTLE TO A LITTLE BOY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM MARIZIBILL by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE SURF by JURGIS BALTRUSHAITIS SONNET: POOR LISA by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: WEDNESDAY by JOHN BYROM |