Alone I climb, in earnest quest,
The mount of vision's highest crest,
Where winds of heaven sweep clean the skies—
The pinnacle where meekness lies—
And pause awhile, at God's behest.
This realm of Love, where every guest
May breathe in goodness, repossessed,
Is God's domain. He glorifies
The endless space He occupies,
And lo! His truths are manifest.
Throughout this realm of harmony
Great lights appear—as purity,
Unselfish love, and tenderness
Send forth their healing rays to bless.
Humility envelops me.
Affection, as it ought to be,
Is warm and everlastingly
The same. God's infinite largess
Encircles me, and I possess
Enlightened thought—by Love's decree.
O God, deep reverence is mine!
I bow before so vast a shrine,
As pure ideas burst anew
Through false beliefs to clearer view;
As courage, faith, and hope define
The purposes of Love divine.
Then mortal thoughts—dim vespertine—
No longer hide Love's glow and hue,
No longer give the false in lieu
Of all that is forever Thine.
