Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When I compare
What I have lost with
what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do
I find for pride.
I am aware
How many days have been idly
spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or been turned
aside.
But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this
wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the
tide.
