O thou who lovest not alone <br />The swift success, the instant goal, <br />But hast a lenient eye to mark <br />The failures of th' inconstant soul, <br /> <br />Consider not my little worth,-- <br />The mean achievement, scamped in act, <br />The high resolve and low result, <br />The dream that durst not face the fact. <br /> <br />But count the reach of my desire. <br />Let this be something in Thy sight:-- <br />I have not, in the slothful dark, <br />Forgot the Vision and the Height. <br /> <br />Neither my body nor my soul <br />To earth's low ease will yield consent. <br />I praise Thee for my will to strive. <br />I bless Thy goad of discontent.<br /><br />Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-aim/
