In a youth’s translation which is kept back until a riper age, there is no such word which says fail.

The youth who is in his lexicon and about to spring into a bright manhood, the word fail he knows not.

To fail is impossible for youth in the lexicon which is reserved for it.


Alone, but with unbated zeal,

The horseman plied with scourge and steel;

For jaded now and spent with toil,

Embossed with foam and dark with soil,