A Traveler, by Clinton Scollard

A Traveler

Into the dusk and snow
One fared on yesterday;
No man of us may know
By what mysterious way.   He had been comrade long;
We fain would hold him still;
But, though our will be strong,
There is a stronger Will.   Beyond the solemn night
He will find morning-dream, --
The summer's kindling light
Beyond the snow's chill gleam.   The clear, unfaltering eye,
The inelienable soul,
The calm, high energy, --
They will not fail the goal!   Large will be our content
If it be ours to go
One day the path he went
Into the dusk and snow!

poems.one - Clinton Scollard