HAVE IDEALS.
My ideals are the highest,Though my feet rest on the sod.I aspire e’en to high heaven,Even to the “throne of God.”And I think it is much betterThat we soar above the stars,Than to grovel in the low-lands,Or behind a prison’s bars.Though ourselves have built the prisonThat confines our souls therein;We must ever live in darknessTill we break the bars within,And escape into God’s sunshine,To the sunshine of the soul;And live up to our ideals,And take heaven as our goal.
My ideals are the highest,Though my feet rest on the sod.I aspire e’en to high heaven,Even to the “throne of God.”And I think it is much betterThat we soar above the stars,Than to grovel in the low-lands,Or behind a prison’s bars.Though ourselves have built the prisonThat confines our souls therein;We must ever live in darknessTill we break the bars within,And escape into God’s sunshine,To the sunshine of the soul;And live up to our ideals,And take heaven as our goal.