“I am not bound to win, I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live up to the light I have." a.lincoln

 Gold-girdled Autumn, solemn as a sage,

Reigns for a time, and on earth's ample page
(Illumined by his hand) writes "Plenty here!"
Then white-cowled Winter steps upon the stage,
Like aged monk, keen, gloomy, and austere.
But he whose soul sustains no cloud nor thrall,
Perceives power, beauty, good, and fitness in them all.
~John Critchley Prince