“Dear Lord, my will from thine doth run
Too oft a different way;
I cannot say, ‘Thy will be done’
My heart grows chill to see thy will
Turn all earth’s gold to gray.
“My will is set to gather flowers,
Thine blights them in my hand;
Mine reaches for life’s sunny hours,
Thine leads through shadow-land;
And all my days go on in ways
I cannot understand.”
What is success? What is the true aim in life? What should one, setting out to make his way through this world, take as the goal of all his striving? Views of life differ widely. Many men think they are in this world to make a career for themselves. They set out with some splendid vision of success in their mind, and they devote their life to the realizing of this vision. If they fail in this, they suppose they have failed in life. If they achieve their dream, they consider themselves, and are considered by their fellow-men, successful.
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