TRANSFIGURATION

MARY L. CUMMINS.

To scale the height with thee, thou Christ divine,
To find my consciousness fresh filled with thine,
To learn of thee in lone communion sweet
And feel my thought go out Truth's thought to meet!
Oh, then, as from the mount my steps descend—
This mount of Love—I lift my eyes and see
The poor, the sick, the sinning, needing thee,
And stretch out hands to all humanity,
That to the Father's house their feet may wend.