The easy roads are crowded,
And the leveled roads are jammed.
The pleasant little rivers,
With drifting folks are crammed.

But off yonder, where it is rocky,
Where you get a better view,
You’ll find ranks are thinning,
And the travellers are few.

Where the going is smooth and pleasant,
You’ll always find a throng,
For the many more, the pity,
Seems to like to drift along.

But the steps that call for courage,
And the task that is hard to do,
In the end results in glory,
For the never wavering few.