Who shall write the Epic of Unsuccess—the song of the Vast Obscure?
Did you want to paint?
And have you found that you could not? I have.
Did you try to preach, and lose conviction?
Yes, catechiser.
Did you strive to write and find that you had nothing to say?
I opened a lumber-room of useless odds and ends.
Did you see corruption and poverty and vice, and wish to conquer them?
It was a futile task.