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The Few
The easy roads are crowded 
And the level roads are jammed; 
The pleasant little rivers 
With the drifting folks are crammed. 
But off yonder where it's rocky, 
Where you get a better view
You will find the ranks are thinning 
And the travelers are few. 

Where the going's smooth and pleasant 
You will always find the throng, 
For the many, more's the pity, 
Seem to like to drift along. 
But the steeps that call for courage
And the task that's hard to do 
In the end result in glory 
For the never-wavering few.

Edgar Albert Guest
Barbed roses
Barbed roses
The dream keeper
Bring me all of your dreams, 
You dreamer, 
Bring me all your 
Heart melodies 
That I may wrap them 
In a blue cloud-cloth 
Away from the too-rough fingers 
Of the world. 
Guding Light
Guding Light
Rope untied
Rope untied
Nested in Net
Nested in Net
The little Mermaid
The little Mermaid
Stormy seas
Stormy seas
On Silent waters
On Silent waters
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