By Robert Hare[1]
To
kneel beside the task, unfinished, yet to know
The
patient hand had done its very best;
This
is not failure—never need be so—
The
struggle leads thee on to rest.
To
wait where some titanic tempest sweeps the way,
To
fall before the thunder of its might,
This
is not failure; no, the coming of the day
May
find for thee a loftier height.
To
love, then lose the vision of our fondest view,
However
fair the angel form, and sweet;
This
is not failure, if our love was true,
Since
loving makes life more complete.
To
run, where hasting millions join the hurried race,
To
fall behind for lack of power or speed;
This
is not failure, for the quickened pace
Will
strengthen for some greater need.
What
then is failure? This: the coward heart;
the mind
That
fears the burden and the heat of day,
That
shirks, in littleness, the task assigned,
And
thus the hopes of life betrays.
To
cringe, when duty points to battlefields unwon;
To
shrink when courage calls the true and brave;
To
leave the struggle, and the helpless shun—
This
is the failure, this the slave!
[1] Robert
Hare was born in 1858 in New Zealand. He was a boat builder by trade when, at the
age of 27, he was converted to Seventh Day Adventism through the missionary
efforts of Stephen Haskell. He moved to the United States and attended
Healdsburg (later Pacific Union) College. At 30 years old, he graduated and was
ordained; he then returned to New Zealand to preach. Two years later he moved
his proselyting efforts to Australia. Until his retirement in 1929, he
preached, edited religious papers, and taught Bible at Avondale College. He
also wrote many poems for denominational periodicals. Between 1924 and 1929 he
also worked in New Zealand, Pitcairn Island, and Fiji. He published two books
for children: Tales of Grit for Boys and
Girls (1938) and Stories that Inspire
(1939). In 1948 some of his poems were collected in Along Life’s Journey. He died in 1953. (Source: Historical
Dictionary of Seventh-Day Adventists)
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