THE WAY-WORN TRAVELLER.
Faint and wearily, the way-worn traveller
Plods uncheerily, afraid to stop;
Wandering drearily, a sad unraveller
Of the mazes t'ward the mountain’s top.
Doubting, fearing, while his course he's steering ,
Cottages appearing, as he's nigh to drop;
O! how briskly then the way-worn traveller
Treads the maizes t'ward the mountain's top.
Though so melancholy day has pass'd by,
'Twould be folly now to think on't more;
Blythe and jolly he the cag holds fast by,
As he's sitting at the goat-herd's door:
Eating, quaffing—at past labours laughing—
Better far, by half, in spirits than before
O! how merrily the rested traveller
Seems, while sitting at the goat-herd's door.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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