Could this little old road be luring me now
Deep into autumn's fold;
Through the glorious light of the noonday sun
That illumines the trees of gold?
Through the vista that wanders and curves its way
Along the dreaming hill;
Through a radiant wood of leaves and boughs
That ring with the warblers' trill?
Could this little old road be enticing me now
Through the Indian summer heat,
Where the meadows are sprawling with flowers and grass,
And the orchard is mellow-sweet?
Where the faraway hill stirs and glistens anew
In the beautiful autumn glow?
Could this little old road be beckoning now--
My heart is eager and I must go!
~~By Joy Belle Burgess.~~
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