To put this World down, like a Bundle —
And walk steady, away,
Requires Energy — possibly Agony —
'Tis the Scarlet way
Trodden with straight renunciation
By the Son of God —
Later, his faint Confederates
Justify the Road —
Flavors of that old Crucifixion —
...
Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle
If I prove it steep —
If a Discouragement withhold me —
If my newest step
Older feel than the Hope that prompted —
Spotless be from blame
Heart that proposed as Heart that accepted
Homelessness, for Home —