Others shall sing the song,
Others shall right the wrong,
Finish what I begin,
And all I fail of win.
What matter, I or they,
Mine or another's day,
So the right word be said,
And life the sweeter made?
Ring, bells in unreared steeples,
The joy of unborn peoples!
Sound, trumpets far-off blown,
Your triumph is my own.
--John Greenleaf Whittier.
Pitch thy behaviour low, thy projects high;
So shalt thou humble and magnanimous be;
Sink not in spirit; who aimeth at the sky
Shoots higher much than he that means a tree.
A grain of glory mixed with humbleness
Cures both a fever and lethargickness.
--George Herbert.