Songs of the Spirit

Your faith wax firmer than a ship at sleep On the grey deep, Anchored in some most certain anchorage From ocean’s rage ; Your patience stand when mountains shake and quail Before the gale Of God’s great tribulation. Make thee sure Thou canst endure. And work, work ever, sleep not, gird thy head With garlands red Of blood from swollen veins forced in bitter toil To win some spoil Of knowledge from the caverns of the deep. So shall the steep Pathways of heaven gleam with loftier fires Than earth’s desires. So shalt thou conquer Space, and lastly climb The walls of Time, And by the golden path the great have trod Reach up to God ! ” 101