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.