GIPSY BLOOD.

Otago Witness, Issue 3006, 25 October 1911, Page 70

GIPSY BLOOD.

j Though over iny fathers' graves the grass Has long since grown, I know That on© of them, loved a gipsy lass In the days of long ago. I know by the call that the surrumi&r brings Stirring niy blood like wine— Yours is the" voice in my heart that sings O unknown mother of rninel Ah x where are the roads your feet once knew? What stars did you see ashine? And when did the Last Ca.ll come to you, i O gipsy mother of mine? Though month after month I spend my days In travail of book .and pen, And pass content down the narrow ways Marked out by my fellow men, Yet onoe in the year comes the call I know, And I cannot help but heed, And like .a. lover I rise and go Wherever that call may lead The lomg white road that climbs the hill Knows well the tread of my feet, As I mairch while the winds as yet are still, When star-time and sun-time meet. And the streams that ripple across my way, And the showers of summer rain, And the trees that shadow me seem to say, "Welcome, brother, again!" And this my wish to> be out and free— You gave it me for a sign Of the drop of the gipsy blood in me, 0 tin known mother of mire! Ah, where are the reads your feet* once knew? What «t«rs did you see ashine? And when did the Last Qall com© to you, O ginsy mother of mine? -A. W.