THE LAST LECTURE 539 



Bold climber, all that thou hast won 

 Lies still in shadow of the peaks above; 

 Yet in the morning hours the sun 

 Rewards thy work of love, 

 Resting a moment on thy lesser height, 

 Piercing the vault with rays too bright to face, 

 Strengthens thy soul and gives thee ample might 

 To serve thy human race. 



