62 ENTERPRISE It started as a pilgrimage, Exalting minds and making all The burdens lighto The second stage Explored but did not test the call. The sun beat down to match our rage. We stood it very well, I thought, Observed and put down copious notes On things the peasants sold and bought. The way of serpents and of goats, Three cities where a sage had taughto But when the differences arose On how to cross a desert patch, We lost a friend whose stylish prose Was quite the best of all our batch. A shadow falls on us -- and grows. Another phase was reached when we Were twice attacked, and lost our way. A section claimed its liberty To leave the group. I tried to pray. Our leader said he smelt the sea- We noticed nothing as we went, A straggling crowd of little hope, Ignoring what the thunder meant, Deprived of common needs like soap. Some were broken, some merely bent« When, finally, we reached the place, We hardly knew why we were there, The trip had darkened every face, Our deeds were neither great nor rare. Home is where we have to gather grace.