[Written for the Sentinel]


I loved to tread familiar ways,To turn my willing footsteps whereI lived again remembered days,And dreamt the dreams of yesteryear.I did not crave a broader view,I did not ask for further light;I loved the valley that I knew,And never looked unto the height.

But Love has bid me leave my groove,My seeming rest, henceforth to faceAnd solve fresh problems, so to proveI am no sluggard in the race.And now I long to set my feetMore firmly on the upward trend,Where true experience is sweet,And every stranger is a friend.

December 7, 1929

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