Here is the path, I know it well
Here's the path, I know it well
And a thousand steps or more may tell
From where I come, to where I go
Past the deep and driving snow--
Through the valleys green and wide
Over the sea's stormy grey tide
On cobbled road or old church stone
Whether with friends or all alone.
Here is the path, I know it well--
but still I travel on.
This poem is about:
Me