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| THERE’S a path that leads to Nowhere | |
| In a meadow that I know, | |
| Where an inland island rises | |
| And the stream is still and slow; | |
| There it wanders under willows | 5 |
| And beneath the silver green | |
| Of the birches’ silent shadows | |
| Where the early violets lean. | |
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| Other pathways lead to Somewhere, | |
| But the one I love so well | 10 |
| Had no end and no beginning— | |
| Just the beauty of the dell, | |
| Just the windflowers and the lilies | |
| Yellow striped as adder’s tongue, | |
| Seem to satisfy my pathway | 15 |
| As it winds their sweets among. | |
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| There I go to meet the Springtime, | |
| When the meadow is aglow, | |
| Marigolds amid the marshes,— | |
| And the stream is still and slow.— | 20 |
| There I find my fair oasis, | |
| And with care-free feet I tread | |
| For the pathway leads to Nowhere, | |
| And the blue is overhead! | |
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| All the ways that lead to Somewhere | 25 |
| Echo with the hurrying feet | |
| Of the Struggling and the Striving, | |
| But the way I find so sweet | |
| Bids me dream and bids me linger, | |
| Joy and Beauty are its goal,— | 30 |
| On the path that leads to Nowhere | |
| I have sometimes found my soul! | |
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