When one is climbing a mountain whose lofty peak he has long
admired from a distance there is an arduous ascent and one with
many steps to be made; but how good and wholesome is the way.
The path which winds through grassy meadows, the bridge which
crosses the rushing stream pouring down from the heights, the
slow and toilful ascent, repaid by the purer air and the rarer
flowers and the wider vision, over obstacles, and then, at last,
the height itself, different from the rest only in this, that
it is the culmination! There can be no Parnassus without the
steps that lead to it.--GEORGE CLARK COE.
(3061)
=Stewardship=--See CLAIM, GOD’S.