UPWARD.
BY MARY HELEN BOODEY.
On the wings of my faith I aspire
O God! to rise higher and higher,
And to quaff of the scintillate springs
That flow all exhaustless from Thee,
Who art fountain, and haven, and sea,
And canst satisfy all who aspire.
I mount and I mount through the air,
Borne up by the breath of my prayer,