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Let me but live my life from year to year, / With forward face and unreluctant soul; / Not hurrying to, nor turning from, the goal; / Not mourning for the things that disappear / In the dim past, nor holding back in fear / From what the future veils; but with a whole / And happy heart, that pays its toll / To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.
So let the way wind up the hill or down, / O'er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy: / Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, / New friendship, high adventure, and a crown, / My heart will keep the courage of the quest, / And hope the road's last turn will be the best.
May, 1902.