Overcoming by Gilbert Parker — Read

And God is good, I said, and Art is good, / And labour hath its rich reward of sleep; / And recompense will come for all who keep / Dishonour's ill contagion from the blood.

And over us there curves the infinite / Blue heaven as a shield, and at the end / We shall find One who loveth to befriend / E'en those who faint for shame within His sight.

And down the awful passes of the sky / There comes the voice that circumvents the gale; / That makes the avalanche to pass us by,

And saith, "I overcome" to man's "I fail."

"And peradventure now," said I, "the zest / Of all existence waits on His behest. "