| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Pride | | By David Atwood Wasson (1823–1887) |
| | | COULD one ascend with an unheard-of flight, | |
| And skyward, skyward without limit soar, | |
| As if the pinion of a god he wore, | |
| Till earth were left a dwindling star, whose light | |
| Flew faint upon his track,—at last his height | 5 |
| All height would vanquish; there in deeps of space | |
| Were neither upper nor inferior place: | |
| Distinction’s little zone below him quite. | |
| Oh! happy dreams of such a soul have I, | |
| And softly to my heart of him I sing, | 10 |
| Whose seraph pride all pride doth overwing, | |
| Soars unto meekness, reaches low by high, | |
| And, as in grand equalities of the sky, | |
| Stands level with the beggar and the king. | | | | |
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