George Frederick Cameron - Standing On Tiptoe
Striving to grasp the future just above,
I hold at length the only future–Truth,
And Truth is Love.
I feel as one who being awhile confined
Sees drop to dust about him all his bars:–
The clay grows less, and, leaving it, the mind
Dwells with the stars.
George Frederick Cameron
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