THE BLAZED TRAIL
Lifeis a human wildernessWhere duty, right and truthAre tangled in the morassesOf folly, doubt and youth.I know I cannot hope to cleaveA path through brake and swale,But I a guiding index leaveIf I but blaze the trail.The forest as I struggle throughBy compass, sun and starsI’ll mark so that another, too,Can travel by my scars.From woods where labor would get lostAnd feet would err or failI’ll single pines on ridges crossedAnd blaze on them the trail.O’er range and river toward the WestI’ll keep and pray to learnNot what is easiest, but best,And worth a life’s return;For though I shall not pass againThe way I thus prevail,It is my task for other menTo blaze the homebound trail.
Lifeis a human wildernessWhere duty, right and truthAre tangled in the morassesOf folly, doubt and youth.I know I cannot hope to cleaveA path through brake and swale,But I a guiding index leaveIf I but blaze the trail.The forest as I struggle throughBy compass, sun and starsI’ll mark so that another, too,Can travel by my scars.From woods where labor would get lostAnd feet would err or failI’ll single pines on ridges crossedAnd blaze on them the trail.O’er range and river toward the WestI’ll keep and pray to learnNot what is easiest, but best,And worth a life’s return;For though I shall not pass againThe way I thus prevail,It is my task for other menTo blaze the homebound trail.
Lifeis a human wildernessWhere duty, right and truthAre tangled in the morassesOf folly, doubt and youth.I know I cannot hope to cleaveA path through brake and swale,But I a guiding index leaveIf I but blaze the trail.
Lifeis a human wilderness
Where duty, right and truth
Are tangled in the morasses
Of folly, doubt and youth.
I know I cannot hope to cleave
A path through brake and swale,
But I a guiding index leave
If I but blaze the trail.
The forest as I struggle throughBy compass, sun and starsI’ll mark so that another, too,Can travel by my scars.From woods where labor would get lostAnd feet would err or failI’ll single pines on ridges crossedAnd blaze on them the trail.
The forest as I struggle through
By compass, sun and stars
I’ll mark so that another, too,
Can travel by my scars.
From woods where labor would get lost
And feet would err or fail
I’ll single pines on ridges crossed
And blaze on them the trail.
O’er range and river toward the WestI’ll keep and pray to learnNot what is easiest, but best,And worth a life’s return;For though I shall not pass againThe way I thus prevail,It is my task for other menTo blaze the homebound trail.
O’er range and river toward the West
I’ll keep and pray to learn
Not what is easiest, but best,
And worth a life’s return;
For though I shall not pass again
The way I thus prevail,
It is my task for other men
To blaze the homebound trail.