From Depth To Height, From Height To Loftier Height, The Climber Sets His Foot And Sets His Face, Tracks Lingering Sunbeams To Their Halting-Place, And Counts The Last Pulsations Of The Light. Strenuous Thro' Day And Unsurprised By Night He Runs A Race With Time, And Wins The Race, Emptied And Stripped Of All Save Only Grace, Will, Love, - A Threefold Panoply Of Might. Darkness Descends For Light He Toiled To Seek; He Stumbles On The Darkened Mountain-Head, Left Breathless In The Unbreathable Thin Air, Made Freeman Of The Living And The Dead, - He Wots Not He Has Topped The Topmost Peak, But The Returning Sun Will Find Him There.