Songs of the field . [44] Songs of the Field THE BROAD HIGHWAY. *« I I am glad I am a traveler, upon the broad highway. I am glad I am not riding in a limousine today. For perhaps I would be missing some of lifes pronelittle things. And perhaps, the wheels would deafen what the feath-ered songsters sing. If so I could not tarry beside a gnarled old tree. Blossomed into wondrous beauty, the haunt of birdand bee. I might not see the flowers peeping through the dusty might not yet be able to greet comrades as they could not get at nature in this grand and rushing way,I could not fe
Songs of the field . [44] Songs of the Field THE BROAD HIGHWAY. *« I I am glad I am a traveler, upon the broad highway. I am glad I am not riding in a limousine today. For perhaps I would be missing some of lifes pronelittle things. And perhaps, the wheels would deafen what the feath-ered songsters sing. If so I could not tarry beside a gnarled old tree. Blossomed into wondrous beauty, the haunt of birdand bee. I might not see the flowers peeping through the dusty might not yet be able to greet comrades as they could not get at nature in this grand and rushing way,I could not feel at evening I had passed a well spent dav. [45] Songs of the Field I am glad the dear Lord gave me just a humble quiet place;Led me out upon lifes highway set for me a travelers me hear the joy of childhood, innocent and glad and me meet the dust worn traveler; give a right glad hand to me. Let me see the mourners passing lay away their hon-ored dead,Let me see in flashing dust clouds many a proud and plumed day I stop to rest m
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