The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1915-06-24
Let Me Live in a House b,
the Side of the Road.

Let Me Live in a House BY
the Side of the Road.
You may have seen the account
of how Sam Walter Foss came to
write the beautiful verses, The
House by the Side of the Road" He
was tramping through England on a
hot summer day. He had assembled
a long. steep and tedious hill. Near
the summit he passed little house
very close to the side of the road.
After he had passed he observed a
sign which said: walk in and take
a cool, refreshing drink He fol-
lowed the path into shady nook
where he discovered spharkllng,
cool, flowing fountain. just above
it hung an old-fashioned gourd dip,
per. After refreshing himself ne
looked about and saw a basket OF
fruit upon the bench nearby, and
over it the words, Help yourself. y
AS he thought upon it, he returned
to the house by the side of the road
to inquire the meaning of it all, and
was told by the old couple who lived
there that they had had an ambition
to do something for the world that
would make it better. But as the
years passed by they were unable
to make more than a bare living
upon the shady, rocky farm. and
thus they saw that life would pass
and they would not be enabled to
do anything of real value to the
world. They then decided that they
would do what they could and
thought of this cool spring of water
and invited the wearied traveller to
refresh himself. And from that time
the first apricots that ripened until
the last autumn apples were picked
the basket was kept full and each
was invited to help himself. AS Mr..
Foss pursued his journey, he re-
hected and then composed those
beautiful lines:
THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,
III a IolOWlSSS IlIIldlIlcllls
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ram
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend of man
Let me live in house by the side of the road
Where the race OF men go by
The men who are good and the men whe are bad
AS good anu as bad as |.
would not sit in the Scorner'S seat,
Or hurI the cVIic'S BAN
LET me live in a house by the side of the road
And be friend to man.
see from my house by the side of the road
BY the side of the highway OF life,
The men who press with the ardOr of hope,
The men who are faint with strife.
But | turn not away from their smiles nor
their tears
Both parts of an infinite plan---
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be friend to man.
know there are brook laddened meadows
ahead
And mountains of wearsome height;
hat she road passes on through the long af
ternOOn
And stretches away to the night. /
Bur still rejoice when the travellers rejoice,
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Tor live in my house by the side of the roaI
Like man who dwes alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the
road
Where the race of men go by I
hey are good, they are bad, thew are weak, !.
they are strong,
Wise, foOllsh---so am |. v
hen why should sit in the scorner's seat n
Or hurl the cync's ban?
ct me live in my house by the side of the :.
road
Aud De a friend to man. n