A REPLY TO A YOUNG LADY.

You say, a "moral sign-post" I Point out the road towards the sky; And then with glance so very shy You archly ask me, lady, why I hesitate myself to go In the direction which I show?

To answer is an easy task, If you allow me but to ask One little question, sweet, of you:— 'Tis this: should sign-posts travel too What would bewildered pilgrims do— Celestial pilgrims, such as you?