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A Song Of The Way Post by :Ryan_Roxas Category :Poems Author :Thomas S. Jones Date :October 2011 Read :2685

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A Song Of The Way

Give me the road, the great broad road,
That wanders over the hill;
Give me a heart without a care
And a free, unfettered will--
Ah, thus to journey, thus to fare,
With only the skies to frown,
And happy I, if the ways but lie
Away, away from the town.

Give me the path, the wild-wood path
That wanders deep in a dell,
Where silence sleeps and sunbeams fain
Would waken the slumber spell--
For there the gods find the world again,
Immortals of ancient lore,
And time is gone, and a mad-glad faun
Knows the glades of Greece once more.

(The end)
Thomas S. Jones's poem: Song Of The Way

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