Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE PILGRIMAGE, by WALT MASON


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THE PILGRIMAGE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: It is a weary road we wend, through this dim
Last Line: Frame.
Subject(s): Pilgrimages & Pilgrims


IT is a weary road we wend, through this dim vale of tears; it harder grows as
we ascend, accumulating years. The pilgrim murmurs as he walks, in voice of
doleful pitch, "I spoiled my foot on yonder rocks, and fell into that ditch. The

dust gets in my aching glims, I'm pierced by grievous thorns; the dogs come out

and bite my limbs, cows hook me with their horns. All things terrestrial
conspire to make my life a cross; I'm frozen, drowned, and singed by fire, and
I'm a total loss." Thus through his pilgrimage he goes, the fretful mortal guy;

he's always thinking of his woes, and so they multiply. I find this life a
joyous jaunt, admire its every curve; it brings me everything I want—or all

that I deserve. For I am looking all the time for cheerful things and gay, and I

consider it a crime to hunt for grief all day. A noble painting cheers my mind,

inspires me for the game, and I don't strain my eyes to find a flyspeck on the
frame.





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