4    The earth expanding right hand and left hand，    The picture alive， every part in its best light，    The music falling in where it is wanted， and stopping where    it is not wanted，    The cheerful voice of the public road， the gay fresh sentiment    of the road.    O highway I travel， do you say to me Do not leave me？    Do you say Venture not - if you leave me you are lost？    Do you say I am already prepared， I am well-beaten and    undenied， adhere to me？