The Parting of the Ways

SAY not the eaglet never loved the nest,
Because, full-fledged, he cannot choose but know
True life is aspiration, and not rest.
With haunting eyes reproachful, to and fro
In my soul’s sight forever come and go
The forms of those who loved me first and best.
Reproach me not! I could not love you so,
Were life not spent in Truth’s eternal quest.
Though she roll back the curtain of the skies,
And show the mirrored face of baffled man
Where I had pictured heaven with childish eyes,
Truth is my guide alone. O friends of youth,
Old friends, old faiths, old ways where life began,
Farewell! I love you all, — I follow Truth !
W. C. L.