Or rather still I’d like to be a child,
As innocent as in those other days,
If from stern duty’s path I was beguiled,
Ere I had reached the parting of the ways.
But still I see the folly of my fears,
For something seems to say: “It’s not too late;
For to whatever port the pilot steers,
He may return. It is not left to Fate.”
Turn failure into victory,