I Set Out For The Land Of Content, By The Gay Crowded Pleasure-Highway, With Laughter, And Jesting, I Went With The Mirth-Loving Throng For A Day; Then I Knew I Had Wandered Astray, For I Met Returned Pilgrims, Belated, Who Said, "We Are Weary And Sated, But We Found Not The Land Of Content." I Turned To The Steep Path Of Fame, I Said, "It Is Over Yon Height - This Land With The Beautiful Name - Ambition Will Lend Me Its Light." But I Paused In My Journey Ere Night, For The Way Grew So Lonely And Troubled; I Said - My Anxiety Doubled - "This Is Not The Road To Content." Then I Joined The Great Rabble And Throng That Frequents The Moneyed World'S Mart; But The Greed, And The Grasping And Wrong, Left Me Only One Wish - To Depart. And Sickened, And Saddened At Heart, I Hurried Away From The Gateway, For My Soul And My Spirit Said Straightway, "This Is Not The Road To Content." Then Weary In Body And Brain, An Overgrown Path I Detected, And I Said "I Will Hide With My Pain In This By-Way, Unused And Neglected." Lo! It Led To The Realm God Selected To Crown With His Best Gifts Of Beauty, And Through The Dark Pathway Of Duty I Came To The Land Of Content.