The decent docent doesn't doze; He teaches standing on his toes. His students dassn't doze and does, And that's what teaching is and was.
Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been.
But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie.
Books fall open, you fall in.
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire.
A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul.