Once more on my adventure brave and new.
A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.