THE WAY TO WALK.
Reading edition
AS I tramped over a stony path, One cloudy morning early, I learned the only way to step, To keep from being surly. Don’t hurry, and stride, and come down hard Upon the rolling pebbles, But lightly step; and that’s the way To charm all kinds of rebels. Don’t hurry, and stride, and come down hard, Even on troublesome people; But carry your feet, and tread on air, As though you lived on a steeple. There are rolling stones in every path, And rocks with jagged edges, Which, if we gently touch, may turn To flowers and bending sedges. M. R. W.
THE CAMEL.
