Scottish Poetry Selection
- The Pass

Life does not come with a clear path to the road ahead - unknown elements need to be addressed along the way.

The Pass

A great hill bars my view
And casts a chill of shade,
One narrow pass goes through;
And I am half afraid.

Yet many a one has gone:
I am as brave as they;
And I must follow on -
It is the only way.

Beyond the bar of hill
I think I hear a lark
Sun-lover, singing still.
But oh! the pass is dark.

And ever comes a doubt,
If into clearer light
Its path will bring me out,
Or into pathless night.

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