U N IV E R S IT Y
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¡0M F walk with me on the rain-bow heights
| Above thijs world of, „care,
^ wAbove the m ^ § where shadow-shapes
I Point only.t/o despair.
Forsake the gloom of the valleys where
The unreal sjeemefh real,
And dwell with me on the sun-swept peaks
W here-the “real is the ideal.”
$Jh> K g j the wings of thy soul and -range
Thrbh^h limitless, spaced afar,
iijor pause ‘till thy^spirit’g .sight hath pierced
To,£lie .shor^jof‘the utterm ost ¿tar.
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puny schools and cults *
The W ord that will still the strife
Thattsfirs thy r e s t l ^ ^ o u l in itS> Search '
For the maste'r key to>P'fe. '
B u t knock at the gate 4of the temple, that
Is built-of the soul’s desire.
A ndjb; o h itS inner wall the W ord
In letters 'o f living fire.
—Lischen Miller.