Not to the swift, the race: br Not to the strong, the fight: br Not to the righteous, perfect grace: br Not to the wise, the light. br br But often faltering feet br Come surest to the goal; br And they who walk in darkness meet br The sunrise of the soul. br br A thousand times by night br The Syrian hosts have died; br A thousand times the vanquished right br Hath risen, glorified. br br The truth the wise men sought br Was spoken by a child; br The alabaster box was brought br In trembling hands defiled. br br Not from my torch, the gleam, br But from the stars above: br Not from my heart, life's crystal stream, br But from the depths of Love.