Have Ideals
My ideals are the highest,
Though my feet rest on the sod.
I aspire e’en to high heaven,
Even to the “throne of God.”
And I think it is much better
That we soar above the stars,
Than to grovel in the low-lands,
Or behind a prison’s bars.
Though ourselves have built the prison
That confines our souls therein;
We must ever live in darkness
Till we break the bars within,
And escape into God’s sunshine,
To the sunshine of the soul;
And live up to our ideals,
And take heaven as our goal.