He stood at the crossroads, all alone,
The run rise in his face.
He had no thought for the world unknown-
He was set for a man race.
But the road stretched east and the road stretch west,
And the boy did not know which road was best,
So he took the wrong road and went down,
And he lost the race and the victor's crown.
But the road stretched east and the road stretched west,
And the boy did not know which road was best,
So he took the wrong road and went down,
And he lost the race and the victor's crown.
He was caught at last in an angry snare
Because none stood at the crossroads there
To show him the better road.
Another at the selfsame place
A boy with high hopes stood;
He too was set for a manly race
He was seeking the things that were good.
But one was there who the roads did know,
And that one showed him which way to go.
So he turned away from the road that went down,
And he won the race and the victor's crown.
He walks today the highways fair
Because one stood at the crossroads there,
To show him the better way.
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