Spencer Heath Archive

Item 1203

Note from Heath’s Aunt Minnie Barr in response to his writing “The Isms and the Ions” (see Item 281)

March 4, 1934

 

Dear Spencer:

What you read me last night made me think of the verses I penned years ago — all under the ion. There is no merit in them, but if you will read them, perhaps you will see the constructive idea maintained, working toward an Ideal — nothing downward. I confess I have not lived up to them — Too much pull earthward.

Love,

Aunt Minnie

A Clarion

Is there aught thou shalt not dream of?

Aught that thou mayst not possess?

True the heart that’s in thy bosom?

Deep its wells of tenderness?

Dost thou sigh for good? Thou’lt reach it,

Distance cannot null decree:

Thro’ one’s own one’s own is compassed –

Thine shall never fail of thee!

Set thy standard high, and keep it:

Valiantly thy spirit hold.

Smilingly thy strong endeavor

With a mighty hope enfold

These the magnets that shall draw this

Thro’ the spaces of the spheres

Like to like — life in completeness

Crowning thee thro’ all thy years

Knowst thou not the gates of Heaven

Ever swing the opening way

And their radiance reaches even

Darkest earth that none may stray?

Courage, Soul. — be steadfast only —

Love, — thou shalt be loved again —

Bless, and in thyself know blessings —

God himself within thee then!

Written in 1887 —  In a mood of exaltation