The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

THE FAILURE.



A FAILURE, who had ne’er achieved
     Self victory, at last lay dead.
“Poor Failure!” thus his neighbors grieved.
     “Poor, pitiable wretch,” they said,
“His weakness was the worst of crimes,

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He failed at least a thousand times.”

Meanwhile the Failure gave to God
     His vain attempts. Remorsefully
And prostrate on the skyey sod,
     “I failed a thousand times,” said he.

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“Welcome!” rang out the heavenly chimes,
“He strove—he strove a thousand times.” [Page 92]