Q U A D R A T L
SEND HIS DUMB WARM COMFORT TO THE HEART, A FOUNT
WIND’S GUST UPON HIS FACE: TO LEND ITS CRY TO NATURE’S
THE WILD DOVES WOO, AND SOFTLY COO THEIR SOOTHING
THE ROAD THAT HAS NO END: JOSEPH BURROWS
WHERE DREAMS ASCEND. THERE’S WONDROUS FREEDOM
TUMULT, FULL AND SHRILL, AS TWILIGHT SHADES DESCEND.
NOTES, AND MEND HEART’S THROBBING PAIN TO SWEET
HAST EVER TRAMPED ALONG THE ROAD THAT HAS NO END?
ON THE ROAD THAT HAS NO END; A MAN’S HEART GLOWS,
THE FLOWERS BLOOM ALONG THE ROAD THAT HAS NO END
THE FAR BROWN WINDING ROAD, YOUR ONE FAST FRIEND
HIS SPIRIT LEAPS TO BLEND ITS JOY OF LIFE WITH FIERCE
COOL BREEZES BLOW, THE GUM TREES SWAY AND BEND;
A TATTERED WEATHER-BEATEN SWAG, A SILENT MATE TO
WHERE LEADS THE FAR BROWN WINDING ROAD THAT HAS NO END. THE
WITH MY TATTERED SWAG BESIDE ME, ’MID MY FRIENDS THAT NEVER
THAT FILLS MY HEART AND WHEN DEATH COMES AND WOULD MY
I LOVE THE ROAD, THE SWAGMAN’S ROAD THAT HAS NO END; I LOVE ITS
WITH GATHERED TEARS, AND MEMORIES COME TO REND HIS STRAINING
STILL HOURS ALONG THE ROAD THAT HAS NO END ’NEATH TWINKLING
RESPITE; AND DIM TIRED EYES THAT TEND TO CLOSE THEIR HEAVY LIDS
PAIN AND TOIL ALONG THE ROAD THAT HAS NO END; A SINKING HEART,
ROAD THAT HAS NO END: JOSEPH BURROWS HAST EVER TRAMPED
CHIDE ME, AND MY FACE TOWARDS THE DISTANT CLOUDED HILL,
PEACEFULNESS AMEND, I PRAY THAT GOD MAY LET MY SOUL DEPART
JOYS, THAT PAINS AND TOILS TRANSCEND; IT IS MY DREAMS, THE LIFE
HEART STRINGS, WHILE ABOVE THE PALING LIGHTS HIS MOOD COMMEND.
STARS WHEN NIGHT’S DEEP SHADES O’ERPEND; A MAN’S EYES SHINE
UPON THE STINGING DUSTS THAT UPWARD WEND. THERE ARE SWEET
AND WEARY FEET THAT SPEND THEIR STRENGTH, AND LAG AND CRAVE
CONTENT, AND PEACE LIGHTS ON THE MIND’S SAD TREND. THERE’S
ALONG THE ROAD THAT HAS NO END? THE FAR BROWN WINDING ROAD,
YOUR ON E FA ST F R I END A TAT T ER ED W EAT H ER-BEAT EN SWAG A
HEART, A FOUNT WHERE DREAMS ASCEND. THERE’S
WONDROUS FREEDOM ON THE ROAD THAT HAS NO END;
A MAN’S HEART GLOWS, HIS SPIRIT LEAPS TO BLEND ITS JOY OF LIFE
WITH FIERCE WIND’S GUST UPON HIS FACE: TO LEND ITS CRY TO
SHADES DESCEND. THE FLOWERS BLOOM ALONG THE ROAD
THAT HAS NO END COOL BREEZES BLOW, THE GUM
TREES SWAY AND BEND; THE WILD DOVES WOO, AND SOFTLY COO THEIR SOOTHING NOTES, AND
MEND HEART’S THROBBING PAIN TO SWEET CONTENT, AND PEACE LIGHTS
ON THE MIND’S SAD TREND. THERE’S PAIN AND TOIL ALONG THE ROAD THAT HAS NO END; A
SINKING HEART, AND
W EARY FEET THAT
THE ROAD THAT
NATURE’S TUMULT, FULL AND SHRILL, AS TWILIGHT
SILENT MATE TO SEND HIS DUMB WARM COMFORT TO THE
