Success

pressed a nobler thought than did this one: All honor to him who shall win a prize, The world has cried for a thousand years; But to him who tries, and who fails, and dies, I give great honor, and glory, and tears. Give glory and honor and pitiful tears To all who fail in their deeds sublime; Their ghosts are many in the van of years, They were born with Time, in advance of Time. Oh, great is the hem who wins a name; But greater many, and many a time, Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame And lets God finish the thought sublime. And great is the man with a sword undrawn, And good is the man who refrains from wine; But the man who fails and yet still fights on, 28 In, he is the twin-brother of mine. There can be no failure for the man who still fights on. A man has never failed until he accepts temporary defeat as failure. There is a wide difference between temporary defeat and failure; a difference I have tried to emphasize throughout this lesson. IF we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility. Longfellow. In her poem entitled When Nature Wants a Man, Angela Morgan expressed a great truth in support of the theory set out in this lesson, that adversity and defeat are generally blessings in disguise. When Nature wants to drill a man, And thrill a man, And skill a man. When Nature wants to mold a man To play the noblest part; When she yearns with all her heart To create so great and bold a man That all the world shall praise Watch her method, watch her ways! How she ruthlessly perfects Whom she royally elects; How she hammers him and hurts him, And with mighty blows converts him 29 Into trial shapes of clay which only Nature understands - While his tortured heart is crying and he lifts beseeching hands! How she bends, but never breaks, When his good she undertakes.... How she uses whom she chooses And with every purpose fuses him, By every art induces him To try his splendor out Nature knows what she's about. When Nature wants to take a man, And shake a man, And wake a man; When Nature wants to make a man To do the Future's will; When she tries with all her skill And she yearns with all her soul To create him large and whole. With what cunning she prepares him! How she goads and never spares him, How she whets him, and she frets him, And in poverty begets him. How she often disappoints Whom she sacredly anoints, With what wisdom she will hide him, Never minding what betide him Though his genius sob with slighting and his pride may not forget! 30 Bids him struggle harder yet. Makes him lonely So that only God's high messages shall reach him, So that she may surely teach him What the Hierarchy planned. Though he may not understand, Gives him passion