It Isn't The Mountain Ahead That Wears

Even Goats May Have Starlight In Their Eyes.

I Remember Little Of The Yukon Or What I Wrote There.

It's The Steady, Quiet, Plodding Ones Who Win In The Lifelong Race.

The Trails Of The World Be Countless, And Most Of The Trails Be Tried; You Tread On The Heels Of The Many, Till You Come Where The Ways Divide;and One Lies Safe In The Sunlight, And The Other Is Dreary And Wan,but You Look Aslant At The Lone Trail, And The Lone Trail Lures You On.

Some Praise The Lord For Light, The Living Spark; I Thank God For The Night The Healing Dark.