I said,"Let us walk in the field"
He said."Nay walk in the town."
I said."There are no flowers there."
He said."No flowers but a crown."
I said. "But the air is thick,
And the fogs are veiling the sun."
He answered, "Yet souls are sick
And souls in the dark undone."
I cast one look at the field,
Then set my face to the town.
He said: "My child, do you yield?
Will ye leave the flowers for the crown?"
Then into his hand went mine
And into my heart came He,
And I walked in a light divine
The path I had feared to see. George Macdonald