Student

By Jessie Eastman Holt

I set a snare for knowledge

On every epic page;

Pursued the word of wisdom

Up and down an age;

Poet, saint, and wise man

Stealthily I stalked;

Listening, I followed

The very ways they walked.

But soon I stood astounded,

For every path they trod

In the end curved widely,

Swiftly back to God.