“I LIKE to have my section here
The cleanest on the line.
I tell the men to keep it clear
Of every weed and vine.
The ties are new. The rails are bright.
The ballast’s firm and strong.
The road’s a shining groove of light
The trains may slip along.”
“And on the road we all must take,
The journey all pursue,
Though ’tis not marked by line or stake,
I have a section, too.
’Twill be inspected some bright day
By the Great Judge divine,
And how I’d like to hear Him say:
‛The cleanest on the line’!”