When he went blundering back to God, <br /> His songs half written, his work half done, <br />Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod, <br /> What hills of peace or pain he won? <br /> <br />I hope God smiled and took his hand, <br /> And said, "Poor truant, passionate fool! <br />Life's book is hard to understand: <br /> Why couldst thou not remain at school?"<br /><br />Charles Hanson Towne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-one-self-slain/
