The Wanderer
The gleam of household sunshine ends, And here no longer can I rest; Farewell! - You will not speak, my friends, Unfriendly of your parted guest. O well for him that finds a friend, Or makes a friend whereer he come, And loves the world from end to end, And wanders on from home to home! O happy he, and fit to live, On whom a happy home has power To make him trust his life, and give His fealty to the halcyon hour! I count you kind, I hold you true; But what may follow who can tell? Give me a hand-and you-and you- And deem me grateful, and farewell!
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"The gleam of household sunshine ends,..."
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