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IS our journey here a fable?
Is the roadbed as it seems? Is life's train cut in sections, some for toil and some for dreams? Are our locomotive headlights quite as brilliant as can be? Are our driving-wheels of merit? Just slow down, and let me see. All the ships we sail in grandeur, out upon the surging way, Beam with all the royal splendor of a palace, through the day, But the night is sure to follow; clouds may lower to the sea, And the masts may whip the rigging, through the gloom-- ah, let me see. All our charts may need correcting, every anchor we should drop If our course is toward the icebergs, just their breath should haste a stop; Though our course has brought us bounties, rich in wealth and fame so free, If our merchandise is ballast, ask the Captain. Let me see... Each have pictures which we cherish, in the frame of youth aglow Colored with the tints of flowers, down the path we used to go; And in memory as we leave them, for a pillow by the sea May the setting sun in splendor beckon, while we go, to see. |