ASPIRATION AND ATTAINMENT.

ASPIRATION AND ATTAINMENT.

Two natures, ours,—two livesAttest our heavenly birth;—In “the third heaven,” one,—The other, on the earth.One soars to realms above,Where saints and angels dwell;The other strives aloneWith all the powers of hell.The soul’s clear vision, one,And ecstacy untold;The other, darkness, doubt,And sorrow manifold.The one is triumph, rest;The other, struggle, pain:—A fearful fight, whereinBoth prayers and tears seem vain.And yet they are but one,Though worlds between them roll;One, also, their rewardIn God, their glorious goal.For duty, in the dust,Is equally divineWith victor wreath and crownWhich in His presence shine.

Two natures, ours,—two livesAttest our heavenly birth;—In “the third heaven,” one,—The other, on the earth.One soars to realms above,Where saints and angels dwell;The other strives aloneWith all the powers of hell.The soul’s clear vision, one,And ecstacy untold;The other, darkness, doubt,And sorrow manifold.The one is triumph, rest;The other, struggle, pain:—A fearful fight, whereinBoth prayers and tears seem vain.And yet they are but one,Though worlds between them roll;One, also, their rewardIn God, their glorious goal.For duty, in the dust,Is equally divineWith victor wreath and crownWhich in His presence shine.

Two natures, ours,—two livesAttest our heavenly birth;—In “the third heaven,” one,—The other, on the earth.

Two natures, ours,—two lives

Attest our heavenly birth;—

In “the third heaven,” one,—

The other, on the earth.

One soars to realms above,Where saints and angels dwell;The other strives aloneWith all the powers of hell.

One soars to realms above,

Where saints and angels dwell;

The other strives alone

With all the powers of hell.

The soul’s clear vision, one,And ecstacy untold;The other, darkness, doubt,And sorrow manifold.

The soul’s clear vision, one,

And ecstacy untold;

The other, darkness, doubt,

And sorrow manifold.

The one is triumph, rest;The other, struggle, pain:—A fearful fight, whereinBoth prayers and tears seem vain.

The one is triumph, rest;

The other, struggle, pain:—

A fearful fight, wherein

Both prayers and tears seem vain.

And yet they are but one,Though worlds between them roll;One, also, their rewardIn God, their glorious goal.

And yet they are but one,

Though worlds between them roll;

One, also, their reward

In God, their glorious goal.

For duty, in the dust,Is equally divineWith victor wreath and crownWhich in His presence shine.

For duty, in the dust,

Is equally divine

With victor wreath and crown

Which in His presence shine.


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