Never say small an endeavour or work not done;
Nor say short a road or journey yet untravelled;
O dearly beloved,
As long you lived and proposes make.
For such capably can bring you no end
Much profit or loss; much downfall or promotions
Life though a marathon's course rough and tortuous
And long and deep with many unseen pitfalls.
It may lowered us into that valleys of dark nights
Surrounded by gloom and doom and tears and fears.
Lifted us into heights of bright sunny showers,
Embraced by palpable hopefulness and breakthroughs and joys.
Or hindered at the stumbling blocks and walls and metals;
The injurious designs men do thrown haphazardly about.
If then daylight or noon or twilight find us
Filing along ambitions' great gateways,
Mounted up with free rein the horse
Of such that inflamed your fancy. Then it may be that
The way ahead is wide or narrow or slippery.
Or that many like ambitious-equestrienne
Scrambling and trampling for quick getaway.
You will do well to endure obdurate manners
Of ponies put up at the riverside.
And perhaps within touching distance
Of the glorious finish line;
Your ambitious-horse may
Suddenly stalled or tripped and crashed.
As they sometimes do for our riders'
Mastery induced over excitement;
Or clumsiness due to our inexperience.
Necessity demand we arise at once more eager
To re-mount same horse fallen-by
Or another still for a spirited get along.
And that’s proper and wise and just.