text:  But when the courage sinks beneath the dull Sense of its narrow limits--on the soul Bright from the hill-tops of the Beautiful Bursts the attained goal! 6 If worth thy while the glory and the strife Which fire the lists of Actual Life-- The ardent rush to fortune or to fame In the hot field where Strength and Valour are And rolls the whirling thunder of the car And the world breathless eyes the glorious game-- Then dare and strive--the prize can but belong To him whose valour o'er his tribe prevails; In life the victory only crowns the strong-- He who is feeble fails