Poems (Stephens)/Wandering
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WANDERING.
Two lovely children wandered forth,
As rosy us the morn,
With beautiful and soul lit eyes,
And lips where smiles were born.
As rosy us the morn,
With beautiful and soul lit eyes,
And lips where smiles were born.
They laughed and prattled gaily on,
Sometimes a song would sing,
Then gathered pebbles out the sand,
And tossed them in the spring.
Sometimes a song would sing,
Then gathered pebbles out the sand,
And tossed them in the spring.
Plucked flowers and played in meadows green,
Then sought the forest shade,
In quest of cones beneath the pines,
Or mosses in the glade.
Then sought the forest shade,
In quest of cones beneath the pines,
Or mosses in the glade.
They listened to the thrushes' song,
The robins' simple lay,
And tilled their hands with drooping ferns,
That grew along the way.
The robins' simple lay,
And tilled their hands with drooping ferns,
That grew along the way.
Sometimes they trod on cruel thorns,
The bitter cause of tears,
Anon some harsh and weighty sound
Awakened all their fears.
The bitter cause of tears,
Anon some harsh and weighty sound
Awakened all their fears.
But when the sun bade earth adieu,
And vanished in the west,
The little ones together cried,
Let us go homo and rest.
And vanished in the west,
The little ones together cried,
Let us go homo and rest.
We laugh at childhood's simple joys,
And e'en its gravest care,
And yet our lives are much the same,
In trifles still we share.
And e'en its gravest care,
And yet our lives are much the same,
In trifles still we share.
If disappointed we are sad,
Successful we are blest,
And when our day is done, we sigh—
Let us go home and rest.
Successful we are blest,
And when our day is done, we sigh—
Let us go home and rest.