Never Stop Improving

As I was sharing my poetry with my Grandfather he brought me out this poem. It is now my favorite! Written by President Lorenzo Snow. Dear Brother: Hast thou not been unwisely bold. Man's destiny to thus unfold? To raise, promote such high desire, Such vast ambition thus inspire? Still 'tis no phantom that we trace Man's ultimatum in life's race; This royal path has been long trod By righteous men each now a God. As Abra'm, Issac, Jacob too. First babes, then men, to Gods they grew. As man now is, our God once was; As now God is, so man may be- Which doth unfold man's destiny. For John declares: When Christ we see Like unto Him we'll truly be. And he who has this hope within Will purify himself from sin. Who keep this object grand in view, To folly, sin, will bid adieu. Nor wallow in the mire anew. Nor ever seek to carve his name High on the shaft of worldly fame; But here this ultimatum trace; The head of all his spirit-race. All, well. That taught by you dear Paul, Through much amazed, we see it all; Our Father God has ope'd our eyes. We cannot view it otherwise. This boy, like to his Father grown, Has but attained unto his own; To grow to sire from state of son, Is not 'gainst Nature's course to run. A son of God, like God to be, Would not be robbing Deity; And he who has this hope within, will purify himself from sin. You're right, St. John, Supremely right; Whoe'er essays to climb this height, Will cleanse himself of sin entire-- Or else 'twere needless to aspire.