by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Who climbs the mountain does not always climb.
The winding road slants downward many a time;
Yet each descent is higher than the last.
Has thy path fallen? That will soon be past.
Beyond the curve the way leads up and on.
Think not thy goal forever lost or gone.
Keep moving forward; if thine aim is right
Thou canst not miss the shining mountain height.
Who would attain to summits still and fair,
Must nerve himself through valleys of despair.
|from Poems of Progress and New Thought Pastels by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1913)|
|Prayer (New Thought Pastels)||‘There is no Death, There are no Dead’|