New Walks in Old Ways 



But each narrow path and each leafy 



lane 

 That winds through a woodland or 



borders a plain 

 As it beckons you far from the broad 



Highway, 

 If you'll just let it lead you wherever 



it may, 

 Will take you to By- Way Land. 



It's not a long journey to By-Way 

 Land 



If only you seek it right. 



Steal away from the crowd and the roar 

 and the rush 



Of the motors and trolleys, the jams 

 and the crush, 



From the traffic that thunders inces- 

 santly by, 



And look for blue sky — or the flight of 

 a crow! 



It won't matter much just which way 

 you go. 



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