“Steer well! The harbor just ahead Aglow with glory’s ray, Will on thee golden luster shed, From out the gates of day, And waiting there are longing hands That thrill to clasp thine own, And lead thee through the heav’nly… — Rae Carson Copy Share Image
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright. — Arthur Hugh Clough Copy Share Image
