AMBITION'S TRAIL

   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.

Poems of Power by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago : W. B. Conkey, 1902.


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