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Show THE ROAD OF A GREAT DESIRE. Thore are bridges, once crossed, that 'twere wise to burn On the road of A Great Desire, There are havens of rest that 'twere well to spurn, There's the touch of a hand we may not return; Place all longings, but one, on Ambition's pyre Ye who travel the road of A Great Desire. There are faces so young and with hearts so old On the road of A Great Desire, In their eyes lie the shadows of hopes untold; Though the pulses beat swift yet the blood Is cold; For they know but the lust of Ambition's fire They that travel the way of A Great Desire. There's a shrine bathed in warmth of the world's caress On the road of A Great Desire, It is reached through the valley of Weariness, And the god of the temple is called Success; Lay the dreams you have knovn on its altar fire Ye who've traveled the way of A Great Desire. Mabel Porter Pitts, in Town Talk. |