HE, who with fervent toil and will austere, His innate forces and high faculties Develops ever, with firm aim, and wise, He @3only@1 keeps his spiritual vision clear; To him earth's treacherous shadows shift and veer Like idle mists o'ercrowding windless skies, Where through ofttimes to purged and prayerful eyes, The steadfast heavens seem beckoning calm and near: Still o'er life's rugged heights, with many a slip, And painful pause he journeys, and sad fall, Toward death's dark strand, washed by a mystic sea; There her worn cable straining to be free, He sees, and enters Faith's majestic ship, To sail -- @3where'er the voice of God may call!@1 |