| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | On the Mountain | | By Mary Augusta Mason |
| | | ALL else lies far beneath me, or above, | |
| And I, between two worlds, uncertain stand; | |
| With eyes uplifted to a vision grand, | |
| Yet without power to soar or upward move. | |
| The steps to heaven are builded of our love, | 5 |
| And mine, alas, so timid on the land | |
| Could never find the way without His hand. | |
| Naught have I in my heart by which to prove | |
| My right to something I ’ve not found below— | |
| Except this constant, strong desire to rise; | 10 |
| It seems so strange the higher up we go— | |
| The farther from earth’s sinful, suffering cries, | |
| That our unworthiness should haunt us so, | |
| And wreck us at the gate of Paradise. | | | | |
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