I must do as you do? Your way I own br Is a very good way, and still, br There are sometimes two straight roads to a town, br One over, one under the hill. br br You are treading the safe and the well-worn way, br That the prudent choose each time; br And you think me reckless and rash to-day br Because I prefer to climb. br br Your path is the right one, and so is mine. br We are not like peas in a pod, br Compelled to lie in a certain line, br Or else be scattered abroad. br br 'T were a dull old world, methinks, my friend, br If we all just went one way; br Yet our paths will meet no doubt at the end, br Though they lead apart today. br br You like the shade, and I like the sun; br You like an even pace, br I like to mix with the crowd and run, br And then rest after the race. br br I like danger, and storm, and strife, br You like a peaceful time; br I like the passion and surge of life, br You like its gentle rhyme. br br You like buttercups, dewy sweet, br And crocuses, framed in snow; br I like roses, born of the heat, br And the red carnation's glow. br br I must live my life, not yours, my friend, br For so it was written down; br We must follow our given paths to the end, br But I trust we shall meet--in town.