Rise, rise up
Dear heart, wake and
Whirl now with my will, join in
Life's most thrill-whipped waltz,
In fits and starts these rungs
To grasp, in this
Fleeting moment's heat
Begin our star-ward climb
And so emboldened up we'll rise
Past scudding clouds we'll race
Ever upwards we shall rise
'Til the top we gain and with our pain
Erase the shame that stains
Our common past: Jacob's
Failure to scale these same heights .
Let's stake the claim made
His by right of might, that
Victory open and on display,
As lying low and
Broken at his feet, Heaven's
Angelic champion, whom he
Fairly beat, but which
Defeat he did but waste, for
The victor's wine he failed to taste.
These holy heights he did not climb,
Nor did he dare
God's awesome face, which
With glory'd his eyes strike blind.
No; instead, as if from
Dream awoken, hale and whole,
He turned and, in the turning,
He did spurn
His one hard-won chance
To free the souls of men
From Death's dire glance.
What, O! What
Righteous need had he
To feed, with such an act
Of histrionic
Humility?
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