Poems of Purpose by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There must be for you and me, lying over Yonder,
Other lands, where side by side we can gypsy on. SONG OF THE ROAD I am a Road; a good road, fair and smooth and broad; And I link with my beautiful tether Town and Country together, Like a ribbon rolled on the earth, from the reel of God. Oh, great the life of a Road! I am a Road; a long road, leading on and on; And I cry to the world to follow, Past meadow and hill and hollow, Through desolate night, to the open gates of dawn. Oh, bold the life of a Road! I am a Road; a kind road, shaped by strong hands. I make strange cities neighbours; The poor grow rich with my labours, And beauty and comfort follow me through the lands. Oh, glad the life of a Road! I am a Road; a wise road, knowing all men's ways; And I know how each heart reaches For the things dear Nature teaches; |
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