Poems (Kennedy)/Sea Gulls

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PILGRIM THOUGHTS
WE sit always at the fork of the road Where the thoughts of the world go by,Seeking their goals in the hearts of men    To sully or purify.
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There stalks the incipient murder dream,    And envy and malice and painCrowd close behind with a selfish leer    Like the links of an unwound chain.
But, ah! the beautiful thoughts come, too,    The thought of a love that is pure,The clean, high thought of a conquering soul,    And the rose-sweet hopes that lure.
And we sit forever beside the road    Keeping the pilgrim score,But only the thoughts come into our hearts    To which we open the door.

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