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A Song of Two Wanderers
Dear, when I went with you
To where the town
ends,
Simple things that Christ loved --
They were our friends;
Tree
shade and grass blade
And meadows in flower;
Sun-sparkle,
dew-glisten,
Star-glow and shower;
Cool-flowing song at night
Where the
river bends,
And the shingle croons a tune --
These were our friends.
Under us the brown earth
Ancient and strong,
The best bed for
wanderers
All the night long;
Over us the blue sky
Ancient and
dear,
The best roof to shelter all
Glad wanderers here;
And racing
between them there
Falls and ascends
The chantey of the clean winds
--
These were our friends.
By day on the broad road
Or on the narrow trail,
Angel wings shadowed
us,
Glimmering pale
Through the red heat of noon;
In the twilight of
dawn
Fairies broke fast with us;
Prophets led us on,
Heroes were kind
to us
Day after happy day;
Many white Madonnas
We met on our way
--
~Farmer and longshoreman,
Fisherman and wife,
Children and
laborers
Brave enough for Life,
Simple folk that Christ loved --
They
were our friends. . . .~
Dear, we must go again
To where the town ends. . . .
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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