Classic Poem

I DO not wish that you should think,
Touched with this new surprise,
I am not made as others are,
Or see with fresher eyes.

The dark things that to you are dark
To me are just as dim;
The Galilean only knows
My ageless trust in him.

And if some strange things come to pass
Before you knew not of,
It is because my heart is steeled
In his remembered love.

If this be good that we have found,
It cannot pass away;
And partings cannot come between,
Though you go and I stay.

For you may take the mountain trail
And I may take the plain;
But our two roads, where'er they go,
Will cross some day again.

Time cannot wither, custom stale,
Nor even death make end,
To this good thing that we have found
Who call each other friend.