Journey to the Mountain Top

A poor farmer lived on the foot of a hill

Looking at the top he was always filled with thrill

The peak looked so beautiful from the ground below

But to the top he could never venture to go

The journey to the summit was long

And the Sun on top would be so strong

Necessary it was to complete the trip at night

Before the Sun would start to burn bright

On the way there was no place to camp

So, he bought himself a lamp

His desire he wanted to fulfil

With his lamp he began the voyage up the hill

Soon the Sun went down

And he could no longer see the hill and its crown

His lamp he then lighted

But still the hill and its top could not be sighted

The light of the lamp would go for only ten feet

With the hill and its top how could he then meet

The sad farmer sat on a rock

And down he broke

Now, there was no hope

He would never be able to reach the top

Just then an old monk passed by

He asked “Man, why do you cry”

When the farmer told his tale

The monk laughed like a mighty gale

“Madman, If you walk with your lamp

Ten feet ahead will always be under its stamp

This little lamp is worth

To take you to the whole earth

With a lamp in your hand

You may embark on a journey howsoever grand”

If you light the lamp of reason

It will work for every season

It is the master key

With which far you may see

When you walk with reason in your hand

You may travel to the farthest land

When justice lies on the mount so high

Reason alone will help you fly