From book:
Bells and Hobbles
FAR AND WIDE
I'll call
you to the Beaches,
And you
shall bide with me,
Along the
river reaches
And by the
open Sea.
Far and
wide I have to wander,
Far and
wide and to and fro;
'Cross the
Seas and o'er and under
Everywhere
the Rovers go.
“Rolling stones no mosses gather,”
Let the
careful critic moan;
In my heart
I know, I'd rather
Be a
restless rolling stone.
When I feel
the soul-relieving
Comfort of
the cradling sea,
When the
giant hills upheaving
Into God's
blue sky I see;
When the
brown plains spread before me,
And I
slacken out the rein,
With a noon
sun burning o'er me,
Then I know
my loss is gain.
Let me
watch the sea-rain falling,
Smell the
salt, deck-driven spray;
Let me hear
the bush-birds calling
At the
dawning of the day.
Let me see
the sun-bars streaming
Down the
valleys, ere the night
Fills the
world with pleasant dreaming,
Love and coolness and delight.
Love and coolness and delight.
Outstanding! Loved it!
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