In the old fable the tortoise won the race from the hare, not by a single burst of speed, but by plodding on steadily, tirelessly. In the Civil War it was found that Lee's army could not be overwhelmed in a single battle, but one Federal general perceived that it could be worn down by time and the pressure of numbers. "I propose," said Grant, "to fight it out on this line if it takes all summer." It took more than a summer; it took nearly a year—but he did it. In the moral realm likewise, "All things excellent are as difficult as they are rare." Character is not attained over-night. The only way to develop moral muscles is to exercise them patiently and long. Heaven is not reached at a single bound; I count this thing to be grandly true: We rise by the things that are under feet; We hope, we aspire, we resolve, we trust, We hope, we resolve, we aspire, we pray, Wings for the angels, but feet for men! Only in dreams is a ladder thrown Heaven is not reached at a single bound; J.G. Holland. From "Complete Poetical Writings." |