Anna Wickham’s short verse reads like a personal vow. The speaker insists that real achievement brings two things together: pride and pain. There is no reward without both. She wants the glory of reaching the highest point, but she also accepts that she must suffer and struggle for it on her own. The repetition of “Let me” gives the lines a quiet intensity, as if she is asking for strength rather than help. The mood is resolute and a little lonely. Pride here is not vanity; it is the dignity of owning one’s ambition and its cost. The poem leaves a sense of someone standing firm, willing to endure hardship to keep a hard-won claim.
Reward — Summary
There is great gain, Of pride and pain:
Let me be proud to claim the highest for my own: Let me bear pain, to fight my claim alone.