THUS spake the Preacher: "O, my friends, beware! How ever smooth and tempting seems the path, With bowers of cooling shade, the end is wrath: Here 't is unsafe, that's dangerous footing there; But follow me and have no further care; Make me your guide, for I am one that hath Lived long and gathered in life's aftermath-- Experience. I bid you not despair. Reach me your hands and cast away all doubt; I'll lead you safe along the glacier's shelf: You say 't is dark? 'T is noon-day, I insist; Besides, I know each pitfall hereabout, I know each chasm" -- just then the Preacher's self Stumbled and plunged into eternal mist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON THE COLD NIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS CHRISTMAS IN INDIA by RUDYARD KIPLING A SUMMER NIGHT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL |