I DREAMT my friend had come into the room
Where I had chided him for tasks delayed,
And this in answer to wide blame had said:
"I was a Pilgrim and to many lands
Not shrines too many, for in each there was
Some grace to be recalled to other men,
And I was chosen to recall that grace,
Although it meant 'twas often mine to watch
My hopes disperse like beach alighting gulls.
I was a Pilgrim, and though all I planned
As I went far and near has left scant trace,
The blessings that I gained are not out cast
They have annealed." So I was answered well:
The purpose that was natal marked his face,
And he was raised as with a prime of strength
That matched the bounty that was his; I knew
He had been chosen for a task beyond
Our world's ken, and had accomplished it.
