There's a path that leads to Nowhere
In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland river rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows
And beneath the silver green
Of the birches' silent shadows
Where the early violets lean....

All the ways that lead to Somewhere
Echo with the hurrying feet
of the Struggling and the Striving,
But the way I find so sweet
Bids me dream and bids me linger -
Joy and Beauty are its goal;
On the path that leads to Nowhere
I have sometimes found my soul.

Author: Corinne Roosevelt Robinson