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Though to all there is not given Strength for such sublime endeavor,
Thus to scale the walls of heaven,
And to leaven with fiery leaven
All the hearts of men for ever;
Yet all bards, whose hearts unblighted Honor and believe the presage,
Hold aloft their torches lighted,
Gleaming through the realms benighted,
As they onward bear the message 1
THE LADDER OF ST. AUGUSTINE.
SAINT AUGUSTINE well hast thou said,
Beneath our feet each deed of shame!
All common things, each day's events, That with the hour begin and end, Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
The low desire, the base design,
And all occasions of excess;
The longing for ignoble things;
Irreverence for the dreams of youth;
All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds,
All these must first be trampled down
The right of eminent domain.
We have not wings, we cannot soar;
The cloudy summits of our time.
The mighty pyramids of stone
Are but gigantic flights of stairs.
The distant mountains, that uprear
As we to higher levels rise.
The heights by great men reached and kept
But they, while their companions slept,