  HERE’S the path our feet shall press To the land of happiness; There are guide-posts by the way That we may not go astray; Spots there are where we may rest, Of King Happiness the guest; Basking in the sunshine’s glow, While the joyous pilgrims go Ever onward to the gates Where the Queen of Joy awaits Those recruits her king shall gain On the way to his domain. Such a joyous army this! Banners leaping for a kiss From the winds that sweep along Beating songs that well belong To a road whose glory lies Always under sunny skies. By this road no toll gate stands With its ever-barring hands, Yet of every passing soul There is asked a certain toll. It is this—that we shall share, As we tread the thoroughfare, All we have with those who lose What they gain, or who refuse To accept what is bestowed By the master of the road. What a simple engineer Marked this path! It is so clear That to miss it is to turn And its cooling shadows spurn. Any road our feet may press Is a road to happiness, And that land is anywhere That we turn away from care To the army of a king Who is ever journeying To the city, by whose gates, His fair queen of Joy awaits. |
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