The Seeker
Hiking the mountain of truth he found everlasting youth,
For at each ascent a daring thought was his alone,
And Keep was his only law.
Now, on the whispering peak of all that he would seek
He stands and glances back to his far first attack,
And he marvels at all he saw.
But then, as he turns around, another Speak is found!
Gray mists have cleared away, revealing fuller day!
Life, not at its set, arise higher yet,
And off again he climbs and climbs and climbs!
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