The Life Express

When all is said life’s not unlike a train-- Save that we take it if we will or no-- And whence it comes, and whither it will go, Or if it will companion us again, No guide books tell, no mapped time tables show; Nor of the miles ahead can any know-- Whether tomorrow’s road be hill or plain. For some the swift express; the rumbling freight For others; some must till the end harrass Their souls for fare, while others ride in state-- Yet to one end that heeds not caste or class. When we outside that far Last Station wait May the Great Agent meet us with a pass.