The Best Road of All

I like a road that leads away to prospects white and fair,
A road that is an ordered road, like a nun’s evening prayer;
But best of all I love a road that leads to God knows where.
 
You come upon it suddenly-you cannot seek it out;
It’s like a secret still unheard and never noised about;
But when you see it, gone at once is every lurking doubt.
 
It winds beside some rushing stream where aspens lightly quiver;
It follows many a broken field by many a shining river;
It seems to lead you on and on, forever and forever!
 
You tramp along its dusty way beneath the shadowy tree.
And hear beside you chattering birds or happy booming bees,
And all around you golden sounds, the green leaves’ litanies.
 
And here’s a hedge and there’s a cot; and then, strange, sudden turns-
A dip, a rise, a little glimpse where the red sunset burns;
A bit of sky at evening time, the scent of hidden ferns.
 
A winding road, a loitering road, the finger mark of God,
Traced when the Marker of the world leaned over ways untrod.
See! Here He smiled His glowing smile, and lo, the golden rod!
 
I like a road that wanders straight; the King’s highway is fair,
And lovely are the sheltered lanes that take you here and there;
But best of all I love a road that leads to God knows where.
 

-Charles Hanson Towne-

“But best of all I love a road that leads to God knows where.”

The Best Road of All

The Autumn Road

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