?I may not reach the heights I seek, My untried strength may fail me; Or, half way up the mountain peak, Fierce tempests may assail me. But though that place I never gain, Herein lies comfort for my pain? I will be worthy of it. ?I may not triumph in success, Despite my earnest labour. I may not grasp results that bless The efforts of my neighbour. But though that goal I never see, This thought that shall always dwell with me? I will be worthy of it.?