The course of each life must vary
As the flight of each falling leaf.
For some the journey is lengthened,
For some the journey is brief.
But praise to the one who travels
With eyes on the fields of good,
Who makes from each storm-wracked harvest
The bread of brotherhood.

The course of each life must vary
— As the flight of each falling leaf.
For some the journey is lengthened,
— For some the journey is brief.
But praise to the one who travels
— With eyes on the fields of good,
Who makes from each storm-wracked harvest
— The bread of brotherhood.