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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Charioteer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(TO A CHILD)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=409885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LOVE be thy charioteer:<br>In all thy brightening and thy darkening hours<br>May he be at thine ear;<br>So shalt thou sail at ease above the tow'rs,<br>Where pale Ambition, in his clouded hood,<br>Climbs, step by step, the stair;<br>And Beauty, dancing in the roadside flow'rs,<br>Or resting in her mountain quietude,<br>Tresses a-wander on the sunlit air,<br>Shall meet thee everywhere.<br>Then the fast-withered leaves of poor Caprice<br>Shall live again; and she be happy yet.<br>Freed from the tangle of her glittering net:<br>And Poverty no longer want for alms,<br>And everything be blessed,<br>Save fevered Avarice,<br>With his discoloured palms,<br>And talons prisoned in his own gray breast.<br>Above the path of death,<br>Through field and wood,<br>Mountain and flood,<br>Upon the whirlwind's breath,<br>My way be sped!<br>If die thou must,<br>With wine and crust,<br>Through flow'rs to dust,<br>Be thou so charioted!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Herbert+Asquith">Herbert Asquith</a></strong></div>