Bronze (Johnson)/The Vanishing Road

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THE VANISHED ROAD
We're wending the trail of the vanishing road,With a song and a shout, just to lighten the load,That lies in the heart, filled with queries and cares,For never a traveler knows where he fares.
But on with a jest, and rollicksome cheer,With laughter that leaps, as a veil, for the tear;The world's weary caravan finds that abodeThat lies at the end of the vanishing road.
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