SONGS OF THE SOUL
THE EVER-TRODDEN PATH
This ever-trodden path
Where travelers all of earth
Do walk in joyous haste
Or slothful sorrow’s state
I walk and wonder,—
In truth or blunder.
The path is cleft
To right and left,
In front, behind;—
The diverse ways I find,
Bewildered am I—
As baffling mazes do they lie;
Still, they say
There’s a royal way
For all—the right, the error-wed,—
’Tis the sub-way path of ruby red
Which far beneath lies hid
For eager eyes to lead
Straight on the feet
To where all paths do meet.
Where travelers all of earth
Do walk in joyous haste
Or slothful sorrow’s state
I walk and wonder,—
In truth or blunder.
The path is cleft
To right and left,
In front, behind;—
The diverse ways I find,
Bewildered am I—
As baffling mazes do they lie;
Still, they say
There’s a royal way
For all—the right, the error-wed,—
’Tis the sub-way path of ruby red
Which far beneath lies hid
For eager eyes to lead
Straight on the feet
To where all paths do meet.
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