The Heights I Cannot Reach
I love the heights I cannot reach,—Ernest Earle Osgood, Rector Emmanual, Brook Hill, VA (1903-1925)
I love the truth I cannot preach,
I love the song I cannot sing,
I love the joy I cannot bring.
For heights some foot persistent reached,
For truth some prophet-soul has preached,
For notes some minstrel-heart has raised,
And Joy revealed, O God be praised!
Heights glacial though I may not scale,
Dwelling within life's shadowed vale,
Drinking from low-descending brook,
Yet to heights I still will look!
From the Dove Tales newsletter of the church