Poems (Coolidge)/Cross Roads
CROSS-ROADS
'Tis only for a moment, a fleeting glimpse have we, And then, our paths divergent, lead other scenes to see; 'Tis only for an instant we grasp another's hand, Yet all of us are pilgrims—our goal the Promised Land.
'Tis only for a moment, and yet that time is fraught With power to help or hinder, as good or ill is wrought; To point the narrow pathway that each of us should take, Or else, how dare we think it! our brother to for—sake.
Though only for a moment, whene'er the heart be true, The lives we touch are better for all we say or do; If travel-stained and weary, we follow still the Guide, We thus may cheer and strengthen one passing by our side.