Climb And Seek The Elevated View
The tree outgrows the bud's suggestive grace
And feels new pride in blossoms fully blown.
But even this to deeper joy gives place
When bending boughs 'neath beautiful fruit groan.
Life's rarest moments are derived from change,
The heart outgrows old happiness, old grief,
The spirit in us, like the body’s frame,
Outgrows the garments which it wore last year.
Change is the watchword of Progression.
When We tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new.
This restless craving in the souls of men
Spurs them to climb, and seek the mountain view,
Elevate your heart, Elevate your mind, seek the noble and the good.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox