Library Knowledge 13/04/26

Guide

Now walk the land my son,

and pace your path from signpost trees to yonder sunrise.

Sail from sandling shores and on,

to ways where only winds may tarry.

This world encircle twice in steps and thrice in wonder.

No road refuse or sea leave bare,

and go to hear the mountains call and deserts sing.

Go to meet your stranger self in distant lands,

and when they’re known,

and scars are pale,

then think of here and turn for home.

Come at last to lands seen new,

and take paths turned foreign,

walking as an older man in younger times.

To come again to those called home.