The LADDER of ST. AUGUSTINE
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can
frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each
deed of shame!
All common things, each day's events,
That with the hour begin
and end,
Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we
may ascend.
The low desire, the base design,
That makes another's
virtues less;
The revel of the ruddy wine,
And all occasions of excess;
The longing for ignoble things;
The strife for triumph
more than truth;
The hardening of the heart, that brings
Irreverence for the
dreams of youth;
All thoughts of ill; all evil deeds,
That have their root in
thoughts of ill;
Whatever hinders or impedes
The action of the nobler
will; —
All these must first be trampled down
Beneath our feet, if we
would gain
In the bright fields of fair renown
The right of eminent
domain.
We have not wings, we cannot soar;
But we have feet to
scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of
our time.
The mighty pyramids of stone
That wedge-like cleave
the desert airs,
When nearer seen, and better known,
Are but gigantic flights
of stairs.
The distant mountains, that uprear
Their solid bastions to
the skies,
Are crossed by pathways, that appear
As we to higher levels
rise.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by
sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in
the night.
Standing on what too long we bore
With shoulders bent and
downcast eyes,
We may discern — unseen before —
A path to higher
destinies,
Nor deem the irrevocable Past
As wholly wasted, wholly
vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
To something nobler we attain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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