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Dare to climb

I can understand the attraction, the ultimate sense of achievement

The physical endurance, skill & bravery

No fear of heights

For the mighty royal life-defining death-defying sights

Thomas Campbell poet eyed it so captivatingly well.....

AT summer eve, when Heav'n's aerial bow

Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below,

Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye,

Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky?

Why do these cliffs of shadowy tint appear

More sweet than all the landscape smiling near?

'Tis Distance lends enchantment to the view,

And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Thus, with delight, we linger to survey

The promis'd joys of life's unmeasur'd way;

Thus, from afar, each dim-discover'd scene

More pleasing seems than all the past hath been;

And every form that fancy can repair

From dark oblivion, glows divinely there.

What potent spirit guides the raptur'd eye

To peirce the shades of dim futurity?

Can Wisdom lend, with all her heav'nly pow'r,

The pledge of Joy's anticipated hour?

Ah, no! she darkly sees the fate of man—

Her dim horizon bounded to a span;

Or, if she hold an image to the view,

'Tis Nature pictur'd too severely true.

With thee, sweet Hope! resides the heav'nly light,

That pours remotest rapture on the sight;

Thine is the charm of life's bewilder'd way,

That calls each slumb'ring passion into play.

Wak'd by thy touch, I see the sister band,

On tiptoe watching, start at thy command,

And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer,

To Pleasure's path, or glory's bright career.

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