Till One came with haughty step and traveled by
my side;
Traveled first beside my path then, suddenly, was
leading --
One who drew me after him and murmured, "I AM
PRIDE!"
All along the broad highway I hurried, ever faster,
Faster through the purple dust that blinded like
a mist,
Blinded me until I felt that only Pride was master,
(And I saw the little dreams through clouds of
amethyst!)

All along the broad highway I toiled, no longer
glancing
Anywhere but straight ahead . . . I had no
heart to sing --
All along the broad highway, my feet no longer
dancing;
Followed I the steps of Pride, and felt the thick
dust sting
In the tired eyes of me . . . the eyes too sad for
weeping!
Still I struggled -- struggled on until quite
suddenly --
All the strength that kept me up seemed drowsy,
almost sleeping --
And I paused with drooping head and lo, Pride
went from me!