And I, a lone adventurer,
Will take the Road of Light.
OVERHEARD AT THE MONEY CHANGERS OF
NINEVEH.
Our Pilgrim sires—brief the story—
They planted and we reaped the glory;
Their simple thrift and noble deeds
We swapped for affluence and creeds;
Our bank account the trickster rifles,
Their Sabbath Day we sold for trifles;
They, wisdom-governed, graced creation,