There is in man a something that would soar
Far from this weary world of toil and pain,
Were he not fondly anchor’d to earth’s shore
By tender ties he dare not overstrain!
Stronger they grow as years roll on apace,
Till we would fain make all our Heaven here
Until arrested by God’s saving grace,
Won by His love, or driven by conscious fear,
To own the inward monitor that pleads
The birthright of our soul to higher things
More suited to immortal wants and needs!
Then sing we as the rescued captive sings:
Those love their freedom best who once were bound.
Earth’s pleasures pall when Heavenly joys are found!
Heavenward
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