THE PILGRIM WAY

But once I pass this way,

And then — no more.

But once — and then, the Silent Door

Swings on its hinges,—

Opens... closes,—

And no more

I pass this way.

So while I may,

With all my might,

I will essay

Sweet comfort and delight,

To all I meet upon the Pilgrim Way.

For no man travels twice

The Great Highway,

That climbs through Darkness up to Light,—

Through Night

To Day.