The Idealist

ELLA M. KINSLEY

He goes his way.
Sometime the world will follow,
But not to-day.
His vision leads him on
To peaks celestial,
And with confidence
He takes the trail
And walks alone.
Yet not alone—
Angels of God, pure thoughts,
High purposes,
Are his companions on the upward road.
He looks not back,
Nor counts the obstacles along the path.
He yearns to have the vision understood
By those he counts as friends;
But, dull of sight, they sleep
And do not waken.
The voice of Truth still calls,
And he must answer;
So, with courage high,
He presses on and wins the goal,
The stature of a man.