Religion

Religion is Ascension. 'Tis the flights Of souls to summits of the true and wise. One, witnessing the generations rise, Sees them a shine at countless, different heights, Where they, responding to their inner lights, Glow, like the clouds at morn, with graded dyes. If summits, there are depths; if virtue, vice; Hence, 'tis life's rise from falls, that judgment sights.

Witnessed, or not, there is no age, nor climb, But souls arise as bloom, where earth is treed; As warm, red rays, where cold from mountaining need; As burst and spread of planets, where dark crime; Nay, rise to poise above the star's top speed To God, like larks, in praise for life and time.