Our aspirations are our responsibilities.
No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.
Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.
Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.
Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.