The Passer-By

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Title:     The Passer-By
Author: Isabel Ecclestone Mackay [More Titles by Mackay]

WE are as children in a field at play
Beside a road whose way we do not know,
Save that somewhere it meets the end of day.

Upon the road there is a Passer-By
Who, pausing, beckons one of us--and lo!
Quickly he goes, nor stays to tell us why.

One day I shall look up and see him there
Beckoning me, and with the Passer-By
I, too, shall take the road--I wonder where?

[The end]
Isabel Ecclestone Mackay's poem: Passer-By

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