The Poetry Corner

Aspiration

By Joseph Horatio Chant

I stand to-day on higher ground Than ever reached before, Yet from this summit I have found, Outlined full many more, Which seem to pierce the vaulted sky, And prove my effort vain But God will set my feet on high, Thro' grace I shall attain. Yet higher still my ideal stands, Its peak but dimly seen, But hope impels, and love commands, And faith discerns its sheen; And when I reach its shining height Heaven's gate will open wide; I'll see the beatific sight, And rest at Jesus' side.