"With saddened heart and disillusioned soul
I look upon my ever distant goal;
Its picture is so clear in my mind;
I try to reach it, yet I'm far behind.
I am the one who set it long ago.
I'd hate myself if I had set it low,
But I admit, or it would be a lie,
I'm sorry I have set it so high.
I have so little hope of succeeding
That when I think of it, my heart starts bleeding;
I'm not afraid to die, but just to fail,
And not to work-to work to no avail.
Yet, though hope be replaced by fear,
I shall fight on for that which I hold dear."