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.
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.
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.
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.