Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still
Exists in every human nature
A goal

Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be
Too fair
For credibility's temerity
To dare

Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment
To touch

Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!

Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture
But then,
Eternity enables the endeavoring
Again