It <br />I may not reach the heights I seek, <br /> My untried strength may fail me; <br />Or, halfway up the mountain peak <br /> Fierce tempests may assail me. <br />But though that place I never gain, <br />Herein lies the comfort for my pain – <br /> I will be worthy of it. <br /> <br />I may not triumph in success, <br /> Despite my earnest labour; <br />I may not grasp results that bless <br /> The efforts of my neighbour. <br />But though my goal I never see, <br />This thought shall always dwell with me – <br /> I will be worthy of it. <br /> <br />The golden glory of Love’s light <br /> May never fall on my way; <br />My path may always lead through night, <br /> Like some deserted by-way. <br />But though life’s dearest joy I miss, <br />There lies a nameless strength in this – <br /> I will be worthy of it.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-will-be-worthy-of-it/
