Seek ye first the Kingdom of the Lord—
 So I was taught, and hastened to obey;
 I watched the fields and rivers fall away;
 Above the soaring mountaintops I soared,
 Through Heaven-vaults alight with sun outpoured
 On luminescent golden clouds of day;
 And far below the sparkling oceans lay,
 And world-waves, washed forever, rolled and roared.
 I haven’t found it yet; but in the search,
 I’ve found the beauties of the earth below:
 And when on distant eyrie-tors I perch,
 High, high above the ice and mist and snow,
 I see the sacred home and land and Church
 From which the secret winds that lift me blow.

 —J.B. Toner