Flight

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.