<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472548" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crooked Footpath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AH, here it is! the sliding rail<br>That marks the old remembered spot,--<br>The gap that struck our school-boy trail,--<br>The crooked path across the lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It left the road by school and church,<br>A pencilled shadow, nothing more,<br>That parted from the silver-birch<br>And ended at the farm-house door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No line or compass traced its plan;<br>With frequent bends to left or right,<br>In aimless, wayward curves it ran,<br>But always kept the door in sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gabled porch, with woodbine green,--<br>The broken millstone at the sill,--<br>Though many a rood might stretch between,<br>The truant child could see them still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No rocks across the pathway lie,--<br>No fallen trunk is o'er it thrown,--<br>And yet it winds, we know not why,<br>And turns as if for tree or stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps some lover trod the way<br>With shaking knees and leaping heart,--<br>And so it often runs astray<br>With sinuous sweep or sudden start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or one, perchance, with clouded brain<br>From some unholy banquet reeled,--<br>And since, our devious steps maintain<br>His track across the trodden field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, deem not thus,--no earthborn will<br>Could ever trace a faultless line;<br>Our truest steps are human still,--<br>To walk unswerving were divine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Truants from love, we dream of wrath;<br>Oh, rather let us trust the more!<br>Through all the wanderings of the path,<br>We still can see our Father's door!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472548" data-title="The Crooked Footpath de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="AH, here it is! the sliding rail That marks the old remembered spot,-- The gap that struck our school-boy trail,-- The crooked path across the lot. It left the road by school and church, A pencilled shadow, nothing more, That parted from the silv..."></div> </div> </div>

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