On the faithful trail, I’ll go,
where the ferns are thick and greening,
and the undergrowth goes up and down,
and the way is not revealing.
But upon the trail, I’ll follow,
as I pass beneath the basswoods,
as I walk along the touch-me-nots,
and a patch of tangled dogwoods.
I’ll trust when at the gully,
where the woods are dark and deepest,
and I’ll cross along the Cherry Tree,
where the bank is all the steepest.
At trail‘s end, I‘ll have rest,
in a special, hidden clearing—
in the grass, I’ll watch the passing clouds,
and the warblers I’ll be hearing!
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