It is the way with all ambitions not to satisfy when they are achieved.
Here is a poem by Grantland Rice teaching this truth:
The little boy smiled in his sleep that night,
As he wandered to Twilight Town;
And his face lit up with a heavenly light
Through the shadows that drifted down;
But he woke next morning with tear-stained eye
In the light of the gray dawn’s gleam,
And out from the stillness we heard him cry,
“I’ve lost my dream--my dream!”
And he told us then, in his childish way,
Of the wonderful dream he’d known,
He had wandered away from the land of play
To the distant Land of the Grown;
He had won his share of the fame and fight
In the struggle and toil of men;
And he sobbed and sighed in the breaking light,
“I want my dream again!”
As the years passed by the little boy grew
Till he came to the Land of the Grown;
And the dream of his early youth came true--
The dream that he thought had flown;
Yet once again he smiled in his sleep--
Smiled on till the gray dawn’s gleam
When those near by might have heard him weep:
“I want my dream--my dream!”
For he dreamed of the yesterdays of youth,
And the smile on a mother’s face;
A hearth of old-time faith and truth
In the light of an old home place;
He had won his share of the fame and fight
In the struggle and toil of men--
Yet he sobbed and sighed, in the breaking light:
“I want my dream again!”
--_The Tennesseean._
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