There is no place so lofty in its height But there are pathways, fashioned to be trod By human feet—who know not fear nor doubt, But all unseeing, trusting, hunt them out, These paths that lead to understanding God. There is no true ambition, howe'er lost In all the little human hurts that give Depression to our hearts and shatter dreams, Or wreck the moulding of mere human schemes, But can be found again, and proved to live.
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