Beside it fair sweet flowers grew,
I fain would have plucked them bill, Duty said Nay,
Keep straight in the pathway ami true.
The hours were so lonely, thc birds sang so sweet,
I would list to the music awhile:
But duty said "Forward, the way to complete,
No song may thy pathway beguile."
My limbs were so weary, my feet were so sore,
I would rest in the cool, leafy shade;
But Duty said "Onward, the goal lics before,
Nor rest thee in forest or glade."
So wearily forward did Duty lead on,
Uncheered by sweet bird, song or flower;
No rest by the wayside, no drink from thc spring,
No dreaming in glade or in bower.
But over the steep, dusty road up thc hill,
Stern Duty still pointed the way;
But the long journey gave me both courage and skill,
And my soul has grown strong in the fray.
__Mrs Frances Allen.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)