A SONG OF ROADS

New Zealand Tablet, 5 December 1918, Page 9

A SONG OF ROADS

The world is full of roads that wind Over hill and hollow, Roads that cast a glance behind And beckon one to follow ; Roads that loiter and roads that run Past the wild rose hedges, Roads that lure the wandering one Down among the sedges. Now some roads take a brook along For the day’s beginning The brook is ever at its song. The road is always smiling. Some roads go plodding through the heat, Dust-besprent and jaded, Unswept by breath of meadow-sweet, By greening tree unshaded. Some roads darkle and some roads shine, And some roads go a-Maying, Some with the air of a martial line, And some like children straying. And all roads lead away from home, Where the hearth-fire gloweth, And every highway leads to Rome, And every lane-— God knoweth ! But the fairest road 'twixf sea and sea. Theft feet of wen hare trod Is the bleak road- of Calvary, The rugged road of Cal fair;/, That leads to the Heart or Cod. Blanche M. Kelly.