I have hoped, I have planned, I have striven, To the will I have added the deed; The best that was in me I've given, I have prayed, but the gods would not heed.
I have dared and reached only disaster, I have battled and broken my lance; I am bruised by a pitiless master That the weak and the timid call Chance.
I am old, I am bent, I am cheated Of all that Youth urged me to win; But name me not with the defeated, For tomorrow - again, I begin.
