Show THE HOUSE BY THE side SIDE OF THE ROAD there are hermit souls that live withdrawn in the place of their self content there are souls like stars that dwell apart in a firmament there are pioneer souls that blaze their paths where highways ne verran but let me live by the side of tile the road and bea friend to man I 1 see from i ny my house by the side of the road by the side of the highway of life the T he men who press with tile the ardor of hope the J men who are faint with the strife but bat I 1 turn not away from their smiles nor their tears both parts of an plan let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man I 1 know there are brook gladdened meadows ahead and mountains of wearisome height that the road passes on through the long lent afternoon and stretches away to the night and still I 1 rejoice when the travelers rejoice and weep with the strangers that moan nor no r live in my house by the side of the road like a man who dwells alone let me liv lie e in my house by the side of the road its here the race of men go by they the are good they are bad they are weak they are strong wise foolish so am I 1 then why should I 1 sit in a scorn ers seat or hurl the cynics ban let me live in my house by the side of the road and be a friend to man sam W foss |