by Patience Strong (1907-1990)

The man looked at the mountain and the mountain at the man.
Scornfully it seemed to say, “Come, climb me if you can.”
The mountain was a giant with his shoulders in the sky,
The man a midget little more than sixty inches high.
But he had something more than height: a mind, a soul, a will,
A dream, a passionate desire, and so with patient skill
He moved with cautious steps upon the rocky, icy slope,
Climbing with a faith unbounded and a mighty hope.
With mist and storm and avalanche the mountain fought that day,
As over chasm, cliff, and gorge the climber made his way,
And reached the summit. Nature’s forces wild and fierce and blind
Were overcome and conquered by a midget with a mind.


Not How Much Is Your Gold

by Vincent Godfrey Burns (1893-1979)

Not how much is your gold,
Not how great are your lands;
How kind is your heart?
How clean are your hands?

Not knowledge nor pride,
Not a crown nor a creed;
Have you found the good life,
Have you helped those in need?

What good did you find
On your way to the goal?
How broad is your mind?
How sweet is your soul?

Not How Much Is Your Gold