Success is a light upon the farther shore,
That shines in dazzling splendor to the eye,
The waters leap, the surging billows roar,
And he who seeks the prize must leap and try.
A might host stand trembling on the brink,
With anxious eyes they yearn to reach the goal.
I see them leap, and ah! I see them sink-
As gazing on dread horror fills my soul.
Yet to despair I can but droop and die,
‘Tis better far to try the lashing deep.
I much prefer beneath the surge to lie,
Than death to find me on this bank asleep.