The Wisest Of The Remaining Three Wise Men

O fool! Fool, fallen in this vale of tears His hand had touched the plough: his eyes Looked back: no more with us, his peers, He’ll climb the hill and front the skies And see the Star, the King, the Prize. But we, the seekers, we who see Beyond the mists of transiency-- Our feet down in the valley still Are set, our eyes are on the hill. Last night the star of God has shone, And so we journey, up and on, With courage clad, with swiftness shod, All thoughts of earth behind us cast, Until we see the lights of God, --And what will be the crown at last?