I may not reach the heights I seek,
   My untried strength may fail me;
Or, half-way up the mountain peak
   Fierce tempests may assail me.
But though that place I never gain,
   Herein lies comfort for my pain--
              I will be worthy of it.

I may not triumph in success,
   Despite my earnest labor;
I may not grasp results that bless
   The efforts of my neighbor.
But though my goal I never see
This thought shall always dwell with me--
             I will be worthy of it.

The golden glory of Love's light
   May never fall on my way;
My path may always lead through night,
   Like some deserted by-way
But though life's dearest joy I miss
There lies a nameless strength in this--
             I will be worthy of it.

Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler
Chicago : Belford, Clarke & Co, 1883.

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