WANDERLUST
"There's a feelin' that is stealin' through tho very heart o' me , Tao bo oot upon tho muirlan' rosd again, Where tho whaups cry_ tao the white clouds as they steal in frae the sea, Bringin' dirges frao tho souls o' wanner t men. "Oh, tho lang red road that warmers up tjie hillside grey an' bare, i In tho sunshine, or in snaw, or pourin' rain— If I jist could fa' asleep an' wauken. up on it, yinco rriair I could feel I was a man yinco mair again.
"Oh, the silenco o' tho muirlan'^-oh, tho sangs upon tho hedge— ; Oh, tho beauty o' tho white birds on . . tho sea; Oh, tho joy o' Cndin' ncstlin's, helpless S'apin' in tho sedge,, ' And tho thrill o' bein' somotimes glad an' free. '
"Ay, there is a restless feelin' achin' in myivery banes. As I wanner aimless through the city streets. An' I'm fain tao bo among tho hills, or in tho leafy lanes, Daimerin' easy whoro tho clouds an' hill-tup meets." . . "New Loader." —J, U. Wel»h,
WANDERLUST
Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 118, 14 November 1925, Page 17
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