Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still Exists in every human nature A goal Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be Too fair For credibility's temerity To dare Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven To reach Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment To touch Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance How high Unto the saints' slow diligence The sky! Ungained, it may be, by a life's low venture But then, Eternity enables the endeavoring Again