Letras
Each life converges to some center
Expressed or still
Exists in every human nature a goal
Embodied scarcely to itself
It may be
Too fair for credibility's presumption to mar
Adorned with caution as a brittle heaven to reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow's ray to touch
Yet persevere toward it surely
For the distance--how high!
Unto the saints' slow diligence the sky
Ungained, it may be
By a life's low venture
But then
Eternity enable the endeavoring again