Are engaged in the traffic of just-killing-time!
I pray you, don’t dwell in this town overcrowded;
There are others near by it most wondrous fair;
The roads that lead to them—and each one is open,—
Are “Push,” “Pluck,” and “Ready,” “This minute,” and “Dare.”
[WITH THOSE WHO CAN’T KEEP UP]
It is human nature maybe to be borne ’long with the crowd,
And when they shout and hollo, to hollo just as loud;
But there’s a sight o’ pleasure like a draught from nectar’s cup,