Poems of Progress by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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page 63 of 107 (58%)
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On my ladder alone can I climb to God.
On your ladder alone can your feet ascend, For none may borrow, and none may lend. If toil and trouble and pain are found, Twisted and corded, to form each round, If rusted iron or mouldering wood Is the fragile frame, you must make it good. You must build it over and fashion it strong, Though the task be hard as your life is long; For up this ladder the pathway leads To earthly pleasures and spirit needs; And all that may come in another way Shall be but illusion, and will not stay. In useless effort, then, waste no time; Rebuild your ladder, and climb and climb. WHO IS A CHRISTIAN? Who is a Christian in this Christian land Of many churches and of lofty spires? Not he who sits in soft upholstered pews Bought by the profits of unholy greed, And looks devotion, while he thinks of gain. Not he who sends petitions from the lips |
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