• Author: Unknown
• Editor: B-7413
• Newspaper: The Umpire volume 6
• Page Number:
• Date: 12 19 1917
• Tags:
• poetry

THE GREAT HIGHWAY

As I came down the great highway The river hills were bright with dew, And where the hill trees lined the way The morning light was streaming through I do not know if you have felt The thrill of beauty when the day Is breaking through the river mists So softly delicate and gray— But God was in His Heaven then, As I came down the great highway.

Within a day so many pass Upon that wide and brimming road, But do they all, I wonder, know That beauty there-has her abode? Do their hearts, too, make tender songs For beauty of the summer day— For willows mirrored in the stream, And great green hills in their array? I wondered while my own heart sang, As I came down the great highway.

The great highway is there for all To travel as their fancies choose— The great boats welcome and the small, Alike for all their gallant crews. Within a day so many pass, But do their fancies ever play, As children might, in that broad road, Delightfully? I cannot say. I only know my own heart sang As I came down the great highway.

— Unknown.