Читать книгу Undertones - Cawein Madison Julius - Страница 14

All things have power to hold us back.

Our very hopes build up a wall

Of doubt, whose shadow stretches black

O'er all.

The dreams, that helped us once, become

Dread disappointments, that oppose

Dead eyes to ours, and lips made dumb

With woes.

The thoughts that opened doors before

Within the mind's house, hide away;

Discouragement hath locked each door

For aye.

Come, loss, more frequently than gain!

And failure than success! until

The spirit's struggle to attain

Is still!