QUEST

Radio Record, Volume I, Issue 25, 6 January 1928, Page 6

QUEST

So many roads we tramped together, dear, So many sunny roads in many a | place. , Now, though I trail the streets of all the world, I shall not see your face. And yet I never pass through any throng, Or reach a place where sunny cross-roads part, Or turn the quiet corner of a street, But hope is in my heart. And so I shall go hoping without rest, Seeking and-hoping down. the roads of space, Until I turn the corner of some star, And meet you, face to face.

Margaret Belle

Houston