The world's highway

For long I wander'd happily

Far out on the world's highway

My heart was brave for each new thing

and I loved the faraway.

I watch'd the gay bright people dance,

We laughed, for the road was good.

But Oh! I passed where the way was rough

I saw it stained with blood -

I wander'd on till I tired grew,

Far on the world's highway...

My heart was sad for what I saw

I feared, I feared the faraway.

So when one day, O sweetest day,

I came to a garden small,

A voice my heart knew called me in

I answered its blessed call;

I left my wand'ring far and wide

The freedom and faraway -

But my garden blooms with sweet content

That's not on the world's highway.