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Aspiration
The rarest of honeysuckle is on the hedgetop high,
The reddest of rose-red apples swings on the good tree's crest;
The gladdest of songs and singers are lost in the heart of the sky.
Hark to the lark, and his anthem, soaring away from the nest.
Go higher and higher and higher, the highest is ever the best!
The reddest of rose-red apples swings on the good tree's crest;
The gladdest of songs and singers are lost in the heart of the sky.
Hark to the lark, and his anthem, soaring away from the nest.
Go higher and higher and higher, the highest is ever the best!
Green are the fields of the earth, holy and sweet her joys;
Take and taste, and be glad—as fruit and blossom and bird,
But still as an exile, Soul: then hey! with a singing voice,
For the stars and sun and sweet heaven, whose ultimate height is the Lord!
Ripe, lovely and glad you shall grow, in the light of His face and His word.
Take and taste, and be glad—as fruit and blossom and bird,
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For the stars and sun and sweet heaven, whose ultimate height is the Lord!
Ripe, lovely and glad you shall grow, in the light of His face and His word.
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