There are songs enough for the hero Who dwells on the heights of fame; I sing of the disappointed-- For those who have missed their aim. I sing with a tearful cadence For one who stands in the dark, And knows that his last, best arrow Has bounded back from the mark. I sing for the breathless runner, The eager, anxious soul, Who falls with his strength exhausted. Almost in sight of the goal; For the hearts that break in silence, With a sorrow all unknown, For those who need companions, Yet wal...