Where two highways did meet, and cross,
Beneath the open sky,
A traveler stood, and felt the loss,
Of all he held so high.
Beneath the open sky,
A traveler stood, and felt the loss,
Of all he held so high.
One road led on, to fortune's door,
The other, to despair,
And he did pause, and ponder o'er,
Which path he ought to fare.
The other, to despair,
And he did pause, and ponder o'er,
Which path he ought to fare.
At length he chose, with heavy heart,
The one that led to woe,
And played, alas, a mournful part,
In life's sad ebb and flow.
The one that led to woe,
And played, alas, a mournful part,
In life's sad ebb and flow.