  ——— Success is a light upon the farther shore, That shines in dazzling splendor to the eye, The waters leap, the surging billows roar, And he who seeks the prize must leap and try. A mighty host stand trembling on the brink, With anxious eyes they yearn to reach the goal. I see them leap, and, ah! I see them sink— As gazing on dread horror fills my soul! Yet to despair I can but droop and die, ’Tis better far to try the lashing deep. I much prefer beneath the surge to lie, Than death to find me on this bank asleep. |
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