And “Come up higher, come!” the words it speaks,
“Out of your darkened valleys of despair;
Behold, I lift you upon mighty wings
Into Hope’s living, reconciling air!
Breathe, and forget your life’s perpetual stings—
Dream, folded on the breast of Patience sweet,
Some pulse of pitying love for you may beat!”
Faith.
Fain would I hold my lamp of life aloft
Like yonder tower built high above the reef;