Other Heights In Other Lives,

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Then Welcome Each Rebuff That Turns Earth's Smoothness Rough, Each Sting That Bids Nor Sit Nor Stand, But Go! Be Our Joys Three-parts Pain! Strive, And Hold Cheap The Strain; Learn, Nor Account The Pang; Dare, Never Grudge The Throe!

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

God Is The Perfect Poet.