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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395974" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Failure</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE BOY went out from the ranges grim,<br>And the breath of the mountains went with him;<br>With a song in his heart and a smile on his face,<br>And a light in his eyes for a foremost place:<br>And the good green earth, and the salt sea spray,<br>And the soft blue skies, they were his that day;<br>And, like Eden, ringed with a golden fire—<br>Afar rose the Land of His Heart’s Desire. <br>The boy went down to the city’s strife,<br>And his face was lost in the surge of life;<br>But a Power that he did not understand<br>Had nerved his brain and his fighting hand.<br>And he strove and failed, and he rose and won—<br>And he failed again ere the fight was done;<br>But he battled on when the days were dire<br>To win to the Land of His Heart’s Desire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there, in the heart of the stress and din,<br>’Mid want and labour and wealth and sin,<br>The strong man struggled with shining eyes,<br>And forced a passage, and grasped the prize.<br>And he cried to the Power who had lent the fire:<br>“Lo! Fame is the Land of My Heart’s Desire!<br>Give the cup to me with a beaded brim.”<br>And the Power that he knew not gave it him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the air is keen on the Cliffs of Fame,<br>And the shafts that fly have a deadly aim!<br>With a foothold scarce, and a sleepless dread<br>For the gulfs below and the heights o’erhead,<br>He cried to the Power who had steeled his hand:<br>“I am outcast yet from my Fairyland!<br>For Fame is a land where no strength may tire,<br>But Love is the Land of My Heart’s Desire!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then there came to the man all his dream of Love,<br>With the brow of snow and the eyes of a dove,<br>With the glint of the sun on her wavy hair,<br>And her soul as pure as her face was fair.<br>Like a living lily to him she came,<br>Till his eyes were wet and his soul was flame,<br>And she called to him, with an outstretched hand,<br>And they entered into the Promised Land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there came a day when he asked his soul,<br>“Is this the land, and is this the goal?”<br>In his heart there lay what his lips denied—<br>The pang of a hunger unsatisfied.<br>“For Fame,” he said, “and for Love I wrought;<br>They are not the things that I should have sought:<br>’Tis to boundless power that my dreams aspire—<br>And Wealth is the Land of My Heart’s Desire!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Power that he did not understand<br>Gave him ships and houses and gold and land,<br>And the man’s power grew with each passing year;<br>But his thoughts were vexed with a sleepless fear,<br>And his hair grew gray with the iron strain<br>Of the dread of loss and the lust of gain,<br>And he bowed his head on his hands and said.<br>“All things are mine, but my heart is dead!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he thought of the boy from the ranges grim<br>With the breath of the mountains over him,<br>With a song in his heart and a smile on his face,<br>And a light in his eyes for a foremost place,<br>And the good green earth and the salt sea spray,<br>And the soft blue skies that were his that day,<br>When, like Eden, ringed with a golden fire,<br>Afar rose the Land of His Heart’s Desire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then clear on his startled ear there fell<br>A voice like the sound of a silver bell:<br>“To each is the work that he best can do,<br>But you turned from the work when it called to you.<br>And you sought instead for the vulgar praise,<br>For the lips of love, and for prosperous days.<br>And with all that the world can give you here,<br>You have lost the thing that you hold most dear.<br>For who hears the word that the Gods inspire—<br>In his work finds the Land of His Heart’s Desire.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q>
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