Here you will find the Poem Because I failed, shall I asperse the End of poet Alfred Austin
Because I failed, shall I asperse the End With scorn or doubt, my failure to excuse; 'Gainst arduous Truth my feeble falseness use, Like that worst foe, a vain splenetic friend? Deem'st thou, self-amorous fool, the High will bend If that thy utmost stature prove too small? Though thou be dwarf, some other is more tall. The End is fixed; have faith; the means will mend. Failures but carve a pathway to success; Our force is many, so our aim be one: The foremost drop; on, those behind must press. What boots my doing, so the deed be done? Let my poor body lie beneath the breach: I clomb and fell; who stand on me will reach.
