THE SONG OF THE TRAMPS.
'Jlio eager hands will never take us bark, Tho loving eyes will uevcr draw us home, With the changing heaven o'er us, and tho white road stretched before us, Siiro tho world is ours to revel in and roam— Wo havo padded it alone, afar, apart, Wo havo roughed it to the ultimate extremes, Where tho blazing dawn-tints kindle, or tho sun-kissed rivers dwindle, In a land of fairy fantasies and dreams. Oil! tho dreaming and the fancy mid tho hope; Tho wonder and tho worry of ij. all, The gypsy blood that's flowing through our veins will keep us going Ow tho road whilo thrushes sing or sparrows fall; Ny meadows waving lazily and slow, By streamlets singing songs of wild dcsircn. And tho eyes of heaven peeping will keep watch aliovo us sleeping, And tho dawn will eee the ashes of our * fires. -By Patrick MaeGill.
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Dominion, Volume 7, Issue 2193, 4 July 1914, Page 11
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153THE SONG OF THE TRAMPS. Dominion, Volume 7, Issue 2193, 4 July 1914, Page 11
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