Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 2. 2. The Traveler

I met a traveler on the road
Whose back was bent beneath a load;
His face was worn with mortal care,
His frame beneath its burden shook,
Yet onward, restless, he did fare
With mien unyielding, fixt, a look
Set forward in the empty air
As he were reading an unseen book.
     ⁠What was it in his smile that stirred
My soul to pity! When I drew
More near it seemed as if I heard
The broken echo of a tune
Learned in some far and happy June.
His lips were parted, but unmoved
By words. He sang as dreamers do,
And not as if he heard and loved
The song he sang: I hear it now!
⁠     He stood beside the level brook,
Nor quenched his thirst, nor bathed his brow,
Nor from his back the burden shook.
He stood, and yet he did not rest;
His eyes climbed up in aimless quest,
Then close did to that mirror bow—
And, looking down, I saw in place
Of his, my own familiar face. 

1. The New Day. Part 4. 10. The Violin
2. The New Day. Part 3. 7. Body and Soul
3. The New Day. Part 4. 3. Likeness in Unlikeness
4. The New Day. Part 4. 7. Song (Years have flown since I knew thee first)
5. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”

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