Contemplation

O' traveler Long is your journey and the horizon out of sight Wait not till weary be your spirit To pull aside, savor a soft breeze, rest your limb And seek a moment quiet Lofty indeed is your goal But, if you pause not on your stroll And seek no contemplation to console When you get there, restless is your soul The destination is sweet Only if you march to your beat While eschewing all conceit, Ignoring rhetoric on hoi polloi vs. elite What counts for thy glory is not your raiment Neither the majestic peaks you climbed, nor the company you kept But, if for your sojourners you offered any gift If thy companionship made their journey pleasant, and if thy virtue offered them a true easement