Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

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.

1. Patria
2. The Wind of Sorrow
3. Dulcis Memoria
4. Echoes from the Greek Mythology
5. The Sun-Dial at Wells College

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