Which Way Shall I Take Shouts A Voice
Which way shall I take shouts a voice in the night,
I’m a pilgrim awearied, and spent is my light;
And I seek for a palace, that rests on the hill,
But between us, a stream lieth sullen and chill.
Near, near thee, my son, is the old wayside cross,
Like a gray friar cowled, in lichens and moss;
And its crossbeam will point to the bright golden span,
That bridges the waters so safely for man;
That bridges the waters so safely for man.
Which way shall I take for the bright golden span
That bridges the waters so safely for man?
To the right? To the left? ah, me! if I knew-
The night is so dark, and the passers so few. [Refrain]
See the lights from the palace in silvery lines,
How they pencil the hedges and fruit laden vines-
My fortune! my all! for one tangled gleam
That sifts thro’ the lilies, and wastes on the stream. [Refrain]