by Jessie Brown Pounds (1861-1921)
He followed his dream, and men counted it madness;
He followed his dream up the mountain’s steep side.
“See! Here in the valley are music and gladness;
Why take the highway, the hard way?” they cried.
At length from above them we heard a faint calling.
His scorners turned quickly from feasting and play
To look to the mountain height, grim and appalling.
“The luck of a fool! –he has treasure!” said they.
With ropes and with staves, they toiled after and found him
Midway of the mountain, his treasures outspread.
“Let us share them!” they clamored, pressed rudely around him.
“Take all–it is yours; I go higher,” he said.