To the last sight and the last sigh
I would climb, my one great desire
being growth.

And when I can rise no farther,
when death demands its last breath,
I would disperse my energies
and give gently away.

But my Creator -till the day
that my joy re-enters Yours
give me growth and its hope

And if perchance
I begin to stink
as the stagnant pool

let me not be deceived
but cut me cleanly away