Poem May 16, 1964 Issue

PITCH YOUR HOPE HIGH

Nancy L. Holder

Pitch your hope high;
Claim heaven itself to base it on.
O beloved son,
O heir of infinity,
Take possession!

Don't ground your trust.
Winged vision has no need to grope;
Let it escape;
Let it soar on faith's swift thrust.
Dare highest hope!

Seek your hope high;
Behold it in diviner sense.
Soul's evidence
Transmutes hope to certainty;
Have confidence!

Nancy L. Holder

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