Classic Poem

Take not my hand as mine alone—
You do not trust to me—
I hold the hand of greater men
Too far before to see.

Follow not me, who only trace
Stoop-head the prints of those
Our mighty predecessors, whom
The darknesses enclose.

I cannot lead who follow—I
Who learn, am dumb to teach;
I can but indicate the goals
That greater men shall reach.