The Few
By Edgar A. Guest
The easy roads are crowded and the little roads are jammed.
The pleasant little rivers with the drifting folks are crammed.
But off yonder where it's rocky where you get a better view, you will find the ranks are thinning and the travelers are few.
Where the goings smooth and pleasant you will always find the throng for many more's the pity, seem to like to drift along.
But the steps that call for courage and the task that's hard to do, in the end result in glory for the never wavering few....
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