How dear that goal the distance veiled
Toward which my feet were set.
Let me forget, if so Thy will,
How fair the joy desired,
Dear God, so I remember still
That one day I aspired. (Text.)
—Ainslee’s Magazine.
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W. H. T. Squires expresses the normal law of the soul—that its desires are to rise and climb—in these verses: