THREE steps there are our human life must climb. The first is Force. The savage struggled to it from the slime And still it is our last, ashamed recourse. Above that jagged stretch of red-veined stone Is marble Law, Carven with long endeavor, monotone Of patient hammers, not yet free from flaw. Three steps there are our human life must climb. The last is Love, Wrought from such starry element sublime As touches the White Rose and Mystic Dove. Poor world, that stumbles up with many a trip, A child that clings To the great Hand, whose lifting guardianship Quickens in wayward feet the dream of wings!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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