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-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Sic Passim
Joseph Andrew Galahad
The Angel.
NOW here’s the road to Allencourt, | And here’s the road to Tyre. | And he who goes to Allencourt | Is purged of all desire. The Youth. | But what of him who goes to Tyre, | Among the cedar trees? The Angel. | Why, he who goes to Tyre has none | But just himself to please.
| While he who goes to Allencourt | Across the Hills of Pain | Must love his fellow very well, | And count no thing as gain
| That wounds another. He must keep | His eyes upon the crest | Of that high hill, where he at last | Through virtue shall find rest. The Youth. | But what of him who goes to Tyre, | Along the road of ease? The Angel. | Why, he who goes to Tyre has none | But just himself to please;
| While he who goes to Allencourt, | And does not lose his way | Among the thorns and brambles, comes | To rich reward some day. The Old Man. | Ah, why are thorns and brambles set | To make the road a care? The Angel. | Why, man himself, most carelessly, | Has placed the brambles there. The Youth. | But what of him who goes to Tyre | Beside the sunny seas? The Angel. | Why, he who goes to Tyre has none | But just himself to please. The Old Man. | And what’s the toll to Allencourt? The Youth. | And what’s the toll to Tyre? The Angel. | Why, he who goes to Allencourt | Is purged of all desire.
| The toll is love—a brother’s love— | For man in full sincerity. | And all the peace that God has willed | Is the reward—eternally.
| But toll upon the other road | Is crucible of burn and freeze: | For he who goes to Tyre has none | But just himself to please.
| While he who goes to Allencourt | Is purged of all desire … The Old Man. | Lord, lead me on to Allencourt! The Youth. | For me, I go to Tyre.
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