Because thou didst not fail.

Not thine alone the glory, nor the sorrow, If thou doth miss the goal, Undreamed of lives in many a far to-morrow From thee their weakness or their force shall borrow— On, on, ambitious soul.

If thou doth miss the goal,

On, on, ambitious soul.

 The Traveled Man

Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out, The ships all sunk among the coral strands. I am so very weary, yea so worn out, With tales of those who visit foreign lands.

The ships all sunk among the coral strands.

With tales of those who visit foreign lands.

When asked to dine, to meet these traveled people, My soup seems brewed from cemetery bones. The fish grows cold on some cathedral steeple, I miss two courses while I stare at thrones.

My soup seems brewed from cemetery bones.

I miss two courses while I stare at thrones.

I'm forced to leave my salad quite untasted, Some musty, moldy temple to explore. The ices, fruit and coffee all are wasted While into realms of ancient art I soar.

Some musty, moldy temple to explore.

While into realms of ancient art I soar.

I'd rather take my chance of life and reason, If in a den of roaring lions hurled Than for a single year, ay, for one season, To dwell with folks who'd traveled round the world.

If in a den of roaring lions hurled

To dwell with folks who'd traveled round the world.

So patronizing are they, so oppressive, With pity for the ones who stay at home, So mighty is their knowledge so aggressive, I ofttimes wish they had not ceased to roam.

With pity for the ones who stay at home,

I ofttimes wish they had not ceased to roam.

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