THE DISAPPOINTED

               From Good Cheer.

There are songs enough for the hero,
    Who dwells on the heights of fame :
I sing for the disappointed,
    For those who 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 and in vain.
For those whose spirit comrades
    Have missed them on the 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.

The Sun [New York] 28 Feb. 1886: 4.

Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.


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