From The Sun, June 20, 1915. By Arthur Wallace Peace.
On life’s high trails two pilgrims met,
And east and west their ways were set.
Said one: “I seek the towers tall
That shelter Merlin’s mystic hall.
“There shall I learn his secrets grave
Until the earth shall be my slave.
“I leave the valley’s peace to roam;
I bid farewell to love and home.”
Said one: “I from the heights come down
To seek the valley kind and brown.
“There shall I learn from seed and sod
The quickest pathway unto God.
“There shall I find my heart’s desire
Beside a humble hearthside fire.”
Then on they went with pitying thought,
Each leaving what the other sought!