Think not on climbing the mightiest peaks of those lofty Mountains, new traveler;
For if you’ve not yet climbed out of that hole from whence you all must rise,
What truly know you and understand of those Higher peaks ahead?
Deliver yourself, therefore, from the narrow views of that pit!
Catch your Breath, and stand righteous and born again
On the rocky foundation over that prison of death,
And see with new sight the Path upward.
When the trail does become steep,
Wait there and watch for me;
I shall help you Higher.
Always with you,