I must travel the miles till the journey is done,
Whatsoever the turn of the way.
I shall bring up at last at the set of the sun,
And shall rest at the close of the day.
Let me deal as I journey with foeman and friends
In a way that no man can assail,
And find nothing but peace at the roadway’s last bend,
When I come to the end of the trail.
We are brothers who travel a great, common road,
And the journey is easy for none.
We must succor the weary and lift on the load
Of the pilgrim whose courage is done.
Let me deal with them each on my way to the West
With a mercy that never shall fail,
And lie down to my dreams with a conscience at rest
When I come to the end of the trail.