 | Hagar |  |
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[“As I passed along the highway]
“As I passed along the highway,So hungry, tired and sore,
I saw a little maiden,
Stand by the cottage door.
A gentle, blue-eyed maiden
With waving, golden hair,
She pointed to the doorway
And said, “Thy home is there.”
“Is this thy home?” I asked her
“O enter in with me,
Be thou my guide, fair maiden!
I shall not fear with thee.
For many greet me coldly,
And bid me go my way,
And better is the scorning
That I have borne to-day.”
“My home is where 'tis summer,
All through the golden year,”
The maiden answered smiling,
“I know thy home is here.”
And as I crossed the threshold,
The sunshine seemed more fair;
I heard a soft voice singing,
But there was no maiden there!”
| Hagar | |