Because I failed, shall I asperse the End
 With scorn or doubt, my failure to excuse;
 'Gainst arduous Truth my feeble falseness use,
 Like that worst foe, a vain splenetic friend?
 Deem'st thou, self-amorous fool, the High will bend
 If that thy utmost stature prove too small?
 Though thou be dwarf, some other is more tall.
 The End is fixed; have faith; the means will mend.
 Failures but carve a pathway to success;
 Our force is many, so our aim be one:
  The foremost drop; on, those behind must press.
 What boots my doing, so the deed be done?
 Let my poor body lie beneath the breach:
 I clomb and fell; who stand on me will reach.
"Because I failed, shall I asperse the End"
written byAlfred Austin
© Alfred Austin


 



