As when a pilgrim sees on far hill crest
Tall spires and burnished domes against the sun,
And yearns to reach, before the day is done,
This city fair with promises,—and rest;
And, goading self, sets eager feet to test
His strength; and has no wish to shun
The journey that seems ever just begun;
And finds, in glad surprise, his shining quest
Is but a brighter aspect of the glow
That shone around his early path, and fired
His first fine endeavor: so, years but show
Time's measurements. The flaming life desired
Is light, and near, and found in constant flow
Of thought to God, serene and love-inspired.
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
LIFE IS LIGHT
From the April 1923 issue of The Christian Science Journal