We uncommiserate pass into the night

xlii.

xlii.

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone

xliii.

xliii.

To S. R. Crockett—Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and rain are flying

To S. R. Crockett

xliv.

xliv.

Evensong—The embers of the day are red

Evensong

I—THE VAGABOND (To an air of Schubert)

Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river— There’s the life for a man like me, There’s the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o’er me; Give the face of earth around And the road before me. Wealth I seek not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me.

Or let autumn fall on me Where afield I linger, Silencing the bird on tree, Biting the blue finger. White as meal the frosty field—  Warm the fireside haven— Not to autumn will I yield, Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o’er me; Give the face of earth around, And the road before me. Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask, the heaven above And the road below me.

II—YOUTH AND LOVE—I

Once only by the 

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