We
can't always, even when accomplishing, have the ardor of accomplishment; we can
only hold to the purpose formed in more inspired hours. After a work is
finished, even though it be a good work which our final judgment will approve,
we are likely to be oppressed for a time by the anxieties we have passed
through; the comfort of effort has left us, and we recall our dreams, our
intentions, beside which our actual achievement seems small. In such moments we
should remember that just after the delivery of the Gettysburg Address Lincoln
believed it an utter failure. Yet the address was a masterpiece of
commemorative oratory.
We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides;
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides.
But tasks in hours of insight will'd
Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd
With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return,
All we have built do we discern.
by Matthew Arnold
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