New Walks in Old Ways 



There is work to be done, and fights 



to be won, 

 If you hold your place in the grilling 



race 

 And will stand for the gaff and the 



killing pace, 

 And fall in your tracks, as fall you 



must. 

 While the crowd whirls by in a cloud 



of dust — 

 For that is the law of the High- Way 



Land. 



Still it's not all bad land, this High- 

 Way Land, 



If you keep to the right and don't sell 

 a good name 



For the glittering baubles of gain and 

 fame. 



But the day will come when the road 

 is hard. 



When toil as you may the way is 

 barred. 



When torn by doubts, and o'erwhelmed 

 by fears, 



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