Why Is The Swim So Long?

Success is a journey

It's been a really bad week. There's only so much stress a body can take before it starts to break down.

But I will not falter, I will not fail. I stop and rest my weary bones; but when morning comes anew I buckle my armour back on, bestride my horse and ride on once more.

The clouds are broken in the sky,
   And thro' the mountain-walls
A rolling organ-harmony
   Swells up, and shakes and falls.
Then move the trees, the copses nod,
   Wings flutter, voices hover clear:
"O just and faithful knight of God!
   Ride on! the prize is near."
So pass I hostel, hall, and grange;
   By bridge and ford, by park and pale,
All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide,
   Until I find the holy Grail.