The Traffic of Life

Through the forest aisles to the silver sea,
To the crest of the sun-kissed hills,
As the motor sings on the Open Road
And the heart of all nature thrills.

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There’s a subtle lure in the summer air,
Wherever the road may lead,
And a power that throbs with the pulsing gears—
What a joy in the Age of Speed!

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There’s a pleasure here that our fathers knew
At the pull of the dappled greys,
Or the Roman lord with his Arab steed
As he basked in the public gaze.

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From the snow-clad peaks of the Siskiyous
To the warmth of the southern sun,
Over roads that wind through the marts of trade,
Does the traffic of pleasure run.

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And we laugh at Time as the tardy Hours
In their gallop from Day’s red dawn
Are outdistanced far in the swift-sped race
By this product of brain and brawn.

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lt’s the key to health and a newer life,
Where the treasures of Nature lie,
As the seasons pass from the Spring’s sweet breath
To the chill of the Winter's sigh.

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And the dream of man is a broader dream
With the span of his life’s increase,
And the throbbing pulse of the motor car
Bears him nearer the haunts of Peace.

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And the country calls to the city-bred,
"Come away from the fields of strife,
For a breath of air from the snow-clad peaks
In the traffic of Joy is Life.”

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