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I set my foot on the forest floor

Where all is cool and all is still,

And I will turn back nevermore

To the haunts I knew. I had my fill

Lived, handled, tasted all they prize,

Took, coveted, considered, weighed,

And I know all the honored lies

I, too, had honored had I stayed.

I learned the song of the God for hire,

Of boughten islands for the blest,

In gloom 'neath dome and gilded spire

Hymned to the roof. My way is best.

For the skies are mine, and the wind is mine,

And down between the breathing trees

Immeasurable beacons shine

A-twinkle in the silences.

All night is full of the friendly speech

Of leaf and earth and flowing stream;

Day's wide with league and span and reach

Of leisured distances a-dream

Of trails as new as years are long,

Flung across plain and sky-line crest

Unlonely solitude and song

Unsung as yet. My way is best

I know where the future's freedom's bred,

Where all things wait on him who loves,

And underfoot, and overhead,

And all around, the homing droves

Of ripples from the storied past

Uplift until the pilgrims scan

New realms of thought and, thinking, cast

New efforts forth for visioned Man.

I feel the sweetness and the thrill -

The summons-forth on Royal Quest,

Harped chords of harmony that fill

A Universe. My way is best.