By George MacDonald
1824-1905
I said "Let me walk in the fields."
He said "Nay, walk in town."
I said "there are no flowers there."
He said "no flowers but a crown."
I said "But the skies are black;
there is nothing but noise and din."
And he wept as he sent me back-
"There is more," He said; "There is sin."
I said "But the air is thick,
And fogs are veiling the sun."
He answered "Yet souls are sick,
And souls in the dark undone!"
I said "I shall miss the light,
And friends will miss me, they say."
He answered 'Choose tonight
If I am to miss you or they."
I pleaded for time to be given.
He said "is it hard to decide?
It will not seem hard in heaven
To have followed the steps of your guide."
I cast one look at the fields,
Then set my face to town;
He said "my child do you yield?
Will you leave the flowers for the crown?"
Then into his hand went mine;
And into my heart came he:
And I walk in a light divine,
The path I had feared to see.
I took a poetry class once and we all had to memorize a poem: this is the one I chose to memorize. I really like it.
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