THE WANDERLUST

Evening Star, Issue 12257, 26 July 1904, Page 8

THE WANDERLUST

Oh, the voice came agaih when the fields ' wore bare for sowing— A-whispering, a-whispeting, it never” gave me rest: . “Oh, lad, the world is white with spring; ch, lad, be up and going— Down the wide road, the tree road, that stretches to the West.” / I looked adown the wide road and I was .fain to go;* ‘ • ■ I looked into a stranger’s eyes and T was fain to stay; But still the whisper burned,like flame that flickers to and fro: “There’s much to see and much to, find—away, nly lad, away!” Oh, the voice came again when the -grain was .in the growing— A-crying and a-crying, it followed where I went: “Oh, lad, tho summer"trails are clear; oh, lad, be up and going— Through tho lar way, the- green way, the way of all content.”' 3> looked upon the far trail and I was fain ty go; I looktu within my sweetheart’s eyes andfain to stay was I; But still tho voice kept pace vpth mo adown the blossomed row: “ There’s much to see and much to find, oh, lad, before you die.” Oh, the voice comes again when the” fields are ripe fdr^powing— A-clamoring, a-clamoring, I- may not choose but heed: ‘Oh, lad, the keen wind fills the sails; oh; lad, be up and going— The' unplumbed seas,, .the unfouud . lands, are waiting on your speedl” ,1 look across'the wondrous world—l may not choose but go; I kiss my wife upon her mouth and make her prayers reply; Oh, voice that is the soul mf me, I follow ' high or low— There a muoli to see and much •to find-good-bye, my sweet, good-bye! —Theodosia Garrison, in ‘ Harper’s.’