The House By the Side of the Road

Here is a lovely poem I just read (and it has a lovely story to go with it, but I'll save that for a later time). A touching real-life encounter lent inspiration to the writing of this poem, now apparently the second most popular in America! (You've already seen the most popular, at least according to the book I read at present.)

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead
And mountains of wearisome height;
And the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice,
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak,
They are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I;
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

- Sam Walter Foss

It is said that Foss's life was true to these words of his. Definitely a source of inspiration, don't you agree? I wonder if it would be wishful thinking to make this the goal of my life just as well... but solace is quickly found in the words of Robert Browning - "Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp - or what's a heaven for?"