Narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.@Matthew 7:14
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Horatio R. Palmer (1834–1907)

C. L. St. John, 1884. Pub­lished in Palmer’s Book of Gems, ed­it­ed by Ho­ra­tio Palm­er (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Big­low & Main, 1887), num­ber 92.

Ho­ra­tio R. Palm­er (🔊 pdf nwc).

Which way shall I take?
Shouts a voice in the night,
I’m a pilgrim awearied,
And spent is my light;
And I seek for a palace,
That rests on the hill,
But between us, a stream
Lieth sullen and chill.

Refrain

Near, near thee, my son,
Is the old wayside cross,
Like a gray friar cowled,
In lichens and moss;
And its crossbeam will point
To the bright golden span,
That bridges the waters
So safely for man;
That bridges the waters
So safely for man.

Which way shall I take
For the bright golden span
That bridges the waters
So safely for man?
To the right? To the left?
Ah, me! if I knew—
The night is so dark,
And the passers so few.

Refrain

See the lights from the palace
In silvery lines,
How they pencil the hedges
And fruit laden vines—
My fortune! my all!
For one tangled gleam
That sifts thro’ the lilies,
And wastes on the stream.

Refrain