Sights From a Steeple

So! I have climbed high, and my reward is small. Here I stand with wearied knees - earth, indeed, at a dizzy depth below, but heaven far, far beyond me still. Oh that I could soar up into the very zenith, where man never breathed nor eagle ever flew, and where the ethereal azure melts away from the eye and appears only a deepened shade of nothingne