That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundreds soon hit This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world hereshould he need the next, Let the world mind him This, throws himself on God, and unperplext Seeking shall find Him.
Always there will be, along the sidelines of life, inferior souls who throw mud at those whose attainments they do not quite understand. The man who really accomplishes doesn't pay attention to such detractors. If he did, he'd be on their level. He keeps an eye singled on the higher goaland the mud never touches him.