LIFEAll in the dark we grope along,And if we go amissWe learn at least which path is wrong,And there is gain in this.We do not always win the raceBy only running right;We have to tread the mountain’s baseBefore we reach its height.The Christs alone no errors made;So often had they trodThe paths that lead through light and shade,They had become as God.As Krishna, Buddha, Christ again,They passed along the way,And left those mighty truths which menBut dimly grasp to-day.But he who loves himself the lastAnd knows the use of pain,Though strewn with errors all his past,He surely shall attain.Some souls there are that needs must tasteOf wrong, ere choosing right;We should not call those years a wasteWhich led us to the light.
All in the dark we grope along,And if we go amissWe learn at least which path is wrong,And there is gain in this.
We do not always win the raceBy only running right;We have to tread the mountain’s baseBefore we reach its height.
The Christs alone no errors made;So often had they trodThe paths that lead through light and shade,They had become as God.
As Krishna, Buddha, Christ again,They passed along the way,And left those mighty truths which menBut dimly grasp to-day.
But he who loves himself the lastAnd knows the use of pain,Though strewn with errors all his past,He surely shall attain.
Some souls there are that needs must tasteOf wrong, ere choosing right;We should not call those years a wasteWhich led us to the light.