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The Path that leads to Nowhere
Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
There's a path that leads to Nowhere
In a
meadow that I know,
Where an inland island rises
And the stream is
still and slow;
There it wanders under willows
And beneath the
silver green
Of the birches' silent shadows
Where the early violets
lean.
Other pathways lead to Somewhere,
But the one I love so well
Had
no end and no beginning --
Just the beauty of the dell,
Just the
windflowers and the lilies
Yellow striped as adder's tongue,
Seem to
satisfy my pathway
As it winds their sweets among.
There I go to meet the Springtime,
When the meadow is
aglow,
Marigolds amid the marshes, --
And the stream is still and
slow. --
There I find my fair oasis,
And with care-free feet I
tread
For the pathway leads to Nowhere,
And the blue is overhead!
All the ways that lead to Somewhere
Echo with the hurrying
feet
Of the Struggling and the Striving,
But the way I find so
sweet
Bids me dream and bids me linger,
Joy and Beauty are its goal,
--
On the path that leads to Nowhere
I have sometimes found my
soul!
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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