YE WEARIE WAYFARER 



Onward, with a dreamy motion, 



I, too, glide and sing — 

 Forward ! forward ! still we wander — 



Tinted hills that lie 

 In the red horizon yonder — 



Is the goal so nigh? 



Whisper, spring-wind, softly singing, 



Whisper in my ear ; 

 Respite and nepenthe bringing, 



Can the goal be near ? 

 Laden with the dew of vespers. 



From the fragrant sky. 

 In my ear the wind that whispers 



Seems to make reply — 



'* Question not, but live and labour 



Till yon goal be won. 

 Helping every feeble neighbour, 



Seeking help from none ; 

 Life is mostly froth and bubble, 



Two things stand like stone, 

 Kindness in another's trouble. 



Courage in your own." 



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