The Goal

E. H. HUGHES D'AETH

"In humility they climb the heights of holiness."—Science and Health, p. 514

High is the mountain peak that I would gain;
At times methinks I see its radiance bright
Shining above the clouds of sin and pain,
And then the mist grows thick and hides the light.
The path I climb is narrow, rough, and steep,
And hedged with thorns that catch me and delay,
And make me think 't were better I should sleep,
Regaining strength to climb another day.
But as I falter breezes stir the mist,
And thro' a rift I see the peak stand clear,
And I go struggling on, for well I wist
That would I reach it I must banish fear.
No effort seems to me too hard to make
To reach that wondrous pinnacle of peace,
So pressing on, each step I humbly take,
Each gain'd, my love and gratitude increase.

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