Higher Aspirations by Mrs. R. C. Baker

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 31, 1907

Higher Aspirations

By Mrs. R. C. Baker

MRS. R. C. BAKER

ONCE I thought it would be sweet To wear the laurel wreath of fame; To hear the world's glad plaudits greet The faintest echo of my name.

But O, how vain and transient all Earth's glittering treasures I have found! Its pleasures on the senses pall, Its fame is but an empty sound.

But though it may not be my lot Upon earth's gilded page to shine,— The goal by mortals madly sought,— A high ambition still is mine.

This is my aspiration high, When past these scenes of toil and strife, To find my name indelibly Recorded in the book of life;

To stand amid the ransomed throng Who through much tribulation come, To join the glad triumphal song, And find at last in heaven a home;

To hear my Saviour's glad "Well done," Crowned by his hand salvation's heir, What triumph mortals e'er have won Can with that hour of bliss compare?

Then let earth's glittering bubbles break, Her rainbow-tinted glories die, With longings deep my heart shall ache For deathless joys beyond the sky.

Markham, Ontario.