Part 11 — THE OBSTACLE
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’Twas but a little thing that lay Athwart my path that long-gone day, And yet I weakly let it lie,— Just turned aside and passed it by, Nor thought what the result might be. Then others came who saw my track, But no one moved the hindrance back, So they, too, stepped out on the sod; And many a weary foot has trod The devious way first traced by me. We reach at last the self-same goal, But oh! the heaviness of soul That overwhelms me when I look On those who chose the path I took. Lord, from the burden make me free! Nay, son; in weakness thou didst turn; And ever those who duty spurn, Who clear not obstacles away, Who cause men from the right to stray, The influence of their acts must see. Ida Louise Reveley.
