"Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,

And merrily jump the stile, O!

A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad one tires in a mile, O!"

Who goes to-day by the footpath way,

When with ocean leagues the steamships

play,

And under mountains and over plains

Runs the level thunder of the trains?

Who goes to-day by the footpath way,

When the very babies despise great A,

And swallow, with supercilious smiles,

Whole sentences, like young crocodiles?

Who goes to-day by the footpath way,

Waiting for good things until he can pay,

When with mortgage and loan and instal-

ment plan,

Life is let furnished to every man?

Who goes to-day by the footpath way,

When Moses made awful mistakes, they

say,

And the story of all that began and is

Never happened according to Genesis?

Who goes to-day by the footpath way,

Alone and straitened, with care and de-

lay,

When the world, grown wiser by grace of

God,

Rolls assured toward heaven on the cause-

way broad?= .

When things are thus since they must be so,

And nobody stands by himself, you know,

And none may jog onward, and none may

fall

But by force that prevails in the general?

And what are the odds of tear or smile,

Or whether we merrily leap the stile

Or tumble helpless, since over we must,

And the end of all is the "dust to dust?"

Well,—take it so; yet the footpath way

Doth its line through every thoroughfare

lay;

The tramp of the legion may seem to efface,

But the single treading hath left its trace.

You may rush by steam with a seven-league

stride,

Yet the footpath way's in the railroad

ride;

Each goes his own gait, and clears his own

stiles,

And lives by inches, while driven by miles.

You may scorn your penny, and spend your

pound,

No less't will appear, when the day comes

round,

That farthing by farthing the score was

made,

And unto the uttermost shall be paid.

And Moses will stand when philosophies

drop,

And Huxley and Darwin have shut up

shop;

For whatever you jump, and however you

jog,

You can't get away from the decalogue.

Then with faith and fear in the footpath

way,

And with steadfast cheer, trudge on, we

say;

For if ever earth into the kingdom rolls,

'T will be by the saving of single souls!