THE SONG OF THE WANDERING JEW

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 14, 21 October 1927, Page 6

THE SONG OF THE WANDERING JEW

Though the Torrents from their fountains Roar down many a craggy steep, | Yet they find among the mountains , Resting-places calm and deep. | | ' Clouds that love through air to hasten, Ere the storm its fury stills, Helmet-like themselves will fasten On the heads of towering hills. What if through the frosen centre Of the Alps the Chamois bound, Yet he has a home to enter In some nook of chosen ground; | And the Sca-horse, though the ocean | Yield him no domestic cave, Slumbers without sense of motion, Couched upon the rocking wave. | If on windy days the Raven Gambol like a dancing skiff, Not the less she loves her haven In the bosom of the cliff. The fleet Ostrich, till day closes, Vagrant over desert sands, Brooding on her eggs reposes When chill night that care demands. Day and night my toils redouble, Never nearer to the goal; Night and day I feel the trouble Of the Wandercr in my soul.

Wordsworth