Let Me But Live My Life
by Henry Van Dyke
Let
me
but
live
my
life
from
year
to
year,
With
forward
face
and
unreluctant
soul;
Not
hurrying
to,
nor
turning
from
the
goal;
Not
mourning
for
the
things
that
disappear
In
the
dim
past,
nor
holding
back
in
fear
From
what
the
future
veils;
but
with
a
whole
And
happy
heart,
that
pays
its
toll
To
Youth
and
Age,
and
travels
on
with
cheer.
So
let
the
way
wind
up
the
hill
or
down,
O'er
rough
or
smooth,
the
journey
will
be
joy:
Still
seeking
what
I
sought
when
but
a
boy,
New
friendship,
high
adventure,
and
a
crown,
My
heart
will
keep
the
courage
of
the
quest,
And
hope
the
road's
last
turn
will
be
the
best.
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