Not they who leap, but they who trod
The narrow, troubled way to God
Are conquerors – they who greater fare
And fill with stolen wealth their lair
Ride on all those who walk the sod
Tis they whose backs have born the fraud
Whose feet have found a path unshod
May smile on each defeated snare
Not they who leap
The mansions have no hills to plod
Nor deep pits lurking beneath the clod
To burn in meanness, heap with care
And rob of safety, food, and air
For heroes are the ones who trod
Not they who leap
