'Twill not disgrace thee—none are near,

 

And I this once a word would say,

And I this once a word would say,

 

As I am wending on my way;—

As I am wending on my way;—

 

Behold that path wind through the grass,

Behold that path wind through the grass,

 

Where many by thee daily pass;

Where many by thee daily pass;

 

See, where it ends, just on my brink,

See, where it ends, just on my brink,

 

Then frankly tell what thou dost think.

Then frankly tell what thou dost think.

 

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