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 | The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley |  |
1579
THE CURSE OF THE WANDERING FOOT
All hope of rest withdrawn me!
What dread command hath put
This awful curse upon me—
The curse of the wandering foot?
Forward and backward and thither,
And hither and you again—
Wandering ever! And whither?
Answer them, God's Amen.
What dread command hath put
This awful curse upon me—
The curse of the wandering foot?
Forward and backward and thither,
And hither and you again—
Wandering ever! And whither?
Answer them, God's Amen.
The blue skies are far o'er me—
The bleak fields near below:
Where the mother that bore me?—
Where her grave in the snow?—
Glad in her trough of a coffin—
The sad eyes frozen shut
That wept so often, often,
The curse of the wandering foot!
The bleak fields near below:
Where the mother that bore me?—
Where her grave in the snow?—
Glad in her trough of a coffin—
The sad eyes frozen shut
That wept so often, often,
The curse of the wandering foot!
Here in your marts I care not
Whatsoever ye think.
Good folk many who dare not
Give me to eat and drink:
Give me to sup of your pity—
Feast me on prayers!—O ye,
Met I your Christ in the city,
He would fare forth with me—
Whatsoever ye think.
Good folk many who dare not
Give me to eat and drink:
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Feast me on prayers!—O ye,
Met I your Christ in the city,
He would fare forth with me—
Forward and onward and thither,
And hither again and yon,
With milk for our drink together
And honey to feed upon—
Nor hope of rest withdrawn us,
Since the one Father put
The blessèd curse upon us—
The curse of the wandering foot.
And hither again and yon,
With milk for our drink together
And honey to feed upon—
Nor hope of rest withdrawn us,
Since the one Father put
The blessèd curse upon us—
The curse of the wandering foot.
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