Standing On Tiptoe

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STANDING on tiptoe ever since my youth
  Striving to grasp the future just above,
I hold at length the only future–Truth,
  And Truth is Love.

I feel as one who being awhile confined
  Sees drop to dust about him all his bars:–
The clay grows less, and, leaving it, the mind
  Dwells with the stars.

© George Frederick Cameron