SUCCESS is not the garnering of gold
Wrung from the failing grasp of nerveless hands,
Nor grim advantage where are bought and sold
The cargoes of the fleets from distant lands.
It is not deafness to the anguished cry
Of blighting poverty or bitter need,
Nor a triumphal march to victory
Over pale lips and human hearts that bleed.
Success is living to the full each hour,
Finding the richness of the joy it brings,
Leaving unheard no song, unseen no flower,
Unfelt no throbbing loveliness of things.
Success is soothing human hearts that ache
Breathing new hope into despairing ears,
Serving with willing hands for love’s dear sake,
And sowing happiness across the years.