Other men may never care

Other men may never care
What thy thoughts, thy instincts were,
Care not thou;
Wear the poet's halo bright,
Long years hence in their despite,
On thy brow.

Narrow not thy walk to keep
Pace with those who, half asleep,
Judge thee now;
Gain the goal and thou shalt hear
Mighty voices in thine ear,
"Blest art thou."

Not the many, not the few
Keep thou ever in thy view,
Steadfast now,
Only this one thing fulfil,
Thine own heart's tremendous will.
Ay, but how?