[Written for the Sentinel]

The Idealist

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.

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