The Silken Tassel/The Peak

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The Peak
A peak in the distance,
  A spot in the skies,
That evermore glimmers
  Alluring the eyes.

The nearer we go there
  The farther it seems,
The labouring footsteps
  Run faster in dreams.

The colours are charming,
  The odours are sweet,
The light is love-tinted
  That beacons our feet.

The shadows are floating
  Before us so deep,
The winds are so hissing,
  The path is so steep.

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The feet slip in hurry,
  We tumble and rise;
And tumbling we gather
  The roses in prize.

And up we go rising,
  The stronger we feel;
The sterner the purpose
  The keener the zeal.

The Peak in the distance,
  Ah! brighter it seems,
The farther we go there,
  The nearer it gleams.

The shadows are floating
  Before us so light,
The winds are so singing,
  The path is so bright.

O Traveller! look not
  Behind thee nor wait;
Go forward and forward
  To win thy estate!

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The Peak will be by thee,
  And thou on the Peak:
There thou wilt acquire
  What here thou dost seek.

O ever and ever
  Is clearer thy way;
Thy tumbling will strengthen
  Thy spirit in clay.

The Peak in the distance,
  The spot in the skies,
Will evermore glimmer
  Alluring the eyes.

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