With whom you should frequent, with whom be drinking,
For surely half an hour of tranquil thinking
Will teach you better what you ought to do.
The road that leads us to the Friend at last
Is hard to travel, full of fear, temptation;
But think, my brother, think of the elation
In looking back along the road you’ve past.
Cease this perplexing problem to revolve;
Him the world clutches with a thousand fingers
Who on the pathway of his purpose lingers