“Beauty and truth, and all that these contain,
Drop not like ripened fruit about our feet:
We climb to them through the years of sweat and pain.”
It was a good while ago that a young man sleeping one night in the open air in a very desolate place had a wonderful vision of a ladder which started close beside him and sprang up into the very glory of heaven. The vision was meant to show him in heavenly picture what were his life’s possibilities. The way lay open clear up to God; he could have communication with heaven now and always. Then the ladder visioned a path which his feet might tread, up and up, step by step, ever rising higher, until at the last he should be in the midst of heaven’s glory.
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