THE ROAD is left that once was trod
By man and heavy-laden beast;
And new ways opened, iron-shod,
That bind the land from west to east.
I asked of Him who all things knows
Why none who lived now passed that way:
Where rose the dust the grass now grows?
A still, low voice was heard to say,-
-Thou knowest not why I change the course
Of him who travels: learn to go,
Obey the Spirit-s gentle force,
Nor ask thou where the stream may flow.
-Man shall not walk in his own ways,
For he is blind and cannot see;
But let him trust, and lengthened days
Shall lead his feet to heaven and Me.
Then shall the grass the path grow o-er,
That his own wilfulness has trod;
And man nor beast shall pass it more,
But he shall walk with Me, his God.â?
The Old Road
Jones Very
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Poem topics: change, god, heaven, rose, trust, voice, gentle, spirit, force, iron, blind, dust, heavy, stream, walk, beast, grass, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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