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Show DOING ONE'S BEST. ' 4 I may not reach the heights I( seek; H My untried strength miay fail me; H Or, half-way up the mountain peak, H Fierce tempests may assail mc. t H But though that place I never gain. Herein lies comfort for my pain H I will be worthy of it. H I may not triumph in success, H Despite my earnest labor, H I may not grasp results that bless H The efforts of my neighbor. H But though that goal I never sec, H This thought shall always dwell with me-- H I will be worthy of it. H The golden glory of love's light H May Jicvcr fall upon my way, H My path may lead through shadowed H night, Like some deserted way. , But though life's deadest joy I miss, 'H There lies a nameless strength in H this ( I will be worthy of it. H Ella Wheeler Wilcox. |