Hast ever tramped along the road
That has no end?
The far brown winding road, your one
Fast friend
A tattered weather-beaten swag,
A silent mate
To send
His dumb warm comfort to the heart,
A fount where dreams ascend.
Theres wondrous freedom on the road
That has no end;
A mans heart glows, his spirit leaps
To blend
Its joy of life with fierce winds gust
Upon his face:
To lend
Its cry to Natures tumult, full
And shrill, as twilight shades descend.
The flowers bloom along the road
That has no end
Cool breezes blow, the gum trees sway
And bend;
The wild doves woo, and softly coo
Their soothing notes,
And mend
Hearts throbbing pain to sweet content,
And peace lights on the minds sad trend