STRIVING - by Meredith Nicholson

 

STRIVING by  Meredith  Nicholson It  is not much that I can do.My hands are weak.The lines they draw seem never true;The works I speakAre not the ones I long to say,I speak not prayers I long to pray. It is no coward spirit, noI try to learnHow others bravely strive and goRewards to earn,And yet success is never mineI labor on a false design. They are not much, these little thingsThat form my task,Yet constant seeking never bringsWhat I would ask,And of what use is life to oneWho never knew a victory won ? But this one thing I know, that HeWho guides the starsWill look in charity on meAnd see the scarsWhich show that I have tried to traceA path that weeds could not efface.