Yet Failure hath ofttimes a worth
To minds too high to grovel,
He, who beholds his chosen star
Grow day by day more faint and far,
Yet lets not this his nature mar,
Is great without approval.
To minds too high to grovel,
He, who beholds his chosen star
Grow day by day more faint and far,
Yet lets not this his nature mar,
Is great without approval.
And see'st thou one whom worth equips,
To be the great of sect or nation,
Yet through whose wisdom-guarded lips
No word of egotism slips;
And through whose daily acts there trips
No phantom of self-approbation,
To be the great of sect or nation,
Yet through whose wisdom-guarded lips
No word of egotism slips;
And through whose daily acts there trips
No phantom of self-approbation,
That one sets first a Christian grace
In Grandeur's jeweled coronet;
That pearl whose heaven-enkindled rays
Shine on undimmed by slight or praise,
Rebuking false Ambition's gaze,
Dazed by Fame's golden parapet.
In Grandeur's jeweled coronet;
That pearl whose heaven-enkindled rays
Shine on undimmed by slight or praise,
Rebuking false Ambition's gaze,
Dazed by Fame's golden parapet.
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