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 steps that call for courage

And the task that’s hard to do,

In the end results in glory

For the never-wavering few.

~Messick