Reliance

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Reliance

Not to the swift, the race:

Not to the strong, the fight:

Not to the righteous, perfect grace

Not to the wise, the light.

But often faltering feet

Come surest to the goal;

And they who walk in darkness meet

The sunrise of the soul.

A thousand times by night

The Syrian hosts have died;

A thousand times the vanquished right

Hath risen, glorified.

The truth the wise men sought

Was spoken by a child;

The alabaster box was brought

In trembling hands defiled.

Not from my torch, the gleam,

But from the stars above:

Not from my heart, life’s crystal stream,

But from the depths of Love.