The Road That Has No End

Hast ever tramped along the road     That has no end?     The far brown winding road, your one     Fast friend     A tattered weather-beaten swag,     A silent mate     To send     His dumb warm comfort to the heart,     A fount where dreams ascend.     Theres wondrous freedom on the road     That has no end;     A mans heart glows, his spirit leaps     To blend     Its joy of life with fierce winds gust     Upon his face:     To lend     Its cry to Natures tumult, full     And shrill, as twilight 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     Hearts throbbing pain to sweet content,     And peace lights on the minds sad trend     Theres pain and toil along the road     That has no end;     A sinking heart, and weary feet     That spend     Their strength, and lag and crave respite;     And dim tired eyes     That tend     To close their heavy lids upon     The stinging dusts that upward wend.     There are sweet still hours along the road     That has no end     Neath twinkling stars when nights deep shades     Oerpend;     A mans eyes shine with gathered tears,     And memories come     To rend     His straining heart strings, while above     The paling lights his mood commend.     I love the road, the swagmans road     That has no end;     I love its joys, that pains and toils     Transcend;     It is my dreams, the life that fills my heart     And when death comes and would     My peacefulness     Amend,     I pray that God may let my soul depart     With my tattered swag beside me,     Mid my friends that never chide me,     And my face towards the distant clouded hill,     Where leads the far brown winding road     That has no end.