“The Victory” Poem by Sidney Henry Morse

The Victory

 

To do the tasks of life, and be not lost;

To mingle, yet dwell apart;

To be by roughest seas how rudely tossed,

Yet bate no jot of heart;

To hold thy course among the heavenly stars,
Yet dwell upon the earth;
To stand behind Fate’s firm-laid prison bars,
Yet win all Freedom’s worth.

—Sydney Henry Morse.

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Today’s Quote on Success by Julius Erving

The key to success is to keep growing in all areas of life – mental, emotional, spiritual, as well as physical.

Julius Erving

Today’s Quotation by Melville on Success

It is better to fail in originality, than to succeed in imitation. He who has never failed somewhere, that man can not be great. Failure is the true test of greatness.

Herman Melville

Is Your Dream Just Out of Reach?

I had a intuitive feeling one of my blog readers needs encouragement. I hope this small piece of encouragement helps you to stay the course until you reach your goal.

If it’s worth fighting for, you’ll find no obstacle is too great, no ocean to wide to achieve your purpose. You’ll discover  a way through, around, or over. The way is there, in front of you. So what if you haven’t found it yet. Don’t quit. Fight on. What you want is waiting for you.

Sun and Shadow ~ Poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes

SUN AND SHADOW

As I look from the isle, o’er its billows of green,
To the billows of foam-crested blue,
Yon bark, that afar in the distance is seen,
Half dreaming, my eyes will pursue
Now dark in the shadow, she scatters the spray
As the chaff in the stroke of the flail;
Now white as the sea-gull, she flies on her way,
The sun gleaming bright on her sail.

Yet her pilot is thinking of dangers to shun,—
Of breakers that whiten and roar;
How little he cares, if in shadow or sun
They see him who gaze from the shore!
He looks to the beacon that looms from the reef,
To the rock that is under his lee,
As he drifts on the blast, like a wind-wafted leaf,
O’er the gulfs of the desolate sea.

Thus drifting afar to the dim-vaulted caves
Where life and its ventures are laid,
The dreamers who gaze while we battle the waves
May see us in sunshine or shade;
Yet true to our course, though the shadows grow dark,
We’ll trim our broad sail as before,
And stand by the rudder that governs the bark,
Nor ask how we look from the shore!