Against the unresting tide
Of fate and circumstance, which still
Baffles and beats and thwarts our will;
To reach the goal toward which we strove
All the long way and hard;
To win the prize which, to our eyes,
Seemed life's one best reward—
Love's rose, Fame's laurel, olived Peace,
The gold-fruit of Hesperides—
And then to find the prize all vain,