The nearest way

The passing hours jogd on apace 

& in their progress seemd to say 

‘Haste & gain that destind place 

 Or soon thoult loose the flitting day’ 

 I instantly obeyd their call 

 Nor went to where the foot pad lay 

 But clamberd oer an old rough wall 

 & stole across the nearest way 

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