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?