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By E. J. SAWYER 

 (With decorations by the author) 

 Is a gloomy, humdrum loft seen here, 

 With straw and litter and want of cheer? — 

 Or the husks and pottage mess unshared, 

 Where an unloved life has daily fared? 

 And is it the common light of day 

 That illumines a ladder with golden ray? — 

 Or a smile more welcome than angel's own, 

 Making things mundane seem steps to a throne: 

 What springs like enamored, yearning dove, — 

 Where the radiant ladder points above, — 

 In rapt, seraphic poise and flight? 

 What sees the soul in such a sight? 

 Itself — as when, on love-lent wings 

 Of aspiration of loftier things, 

 It soared with more than speed of light 

 Toward the seat of Majesty and Might. 





