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...(As sung by Mr. Charles Charrington in the play of "The Three Wayfarers")

O MY trade it is the rarest one,
Simple shepherds all--
My trade is a sight to see;
For my customers I tie, and take 'em up on high,
And waft 'em to a far countree!

My tools are but common ones,
Simple shepherds all--
My tools are no sight to see:
A little hempen string, and a post whereon to swing,
Are implements enough for me!

To-morrow is m...Read more of this...
by Hardy, Thomas



...ht the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east." 

And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset." 

In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills." 

And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair." 

All these things have you said of beauty. 

Yet...Read more of this...
by Gibran, Kahlil
...hout the hidden will of you all. 

Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self. 

You are the way and the wayfarers. 

And when one of you falls down he falls for those behind him, a caution against the stumbling stone. 

Ay, and he falls for those ahead of him, who though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the stumbling stone. 

And this also, though the word lie heavy upon your hearts: 

The murdered is not unaccountable for his own murder, 

And the ro...Read more of this...
by Gibran, Kahlil
...
The thuds upon the thatch, 
The eaves drops on the window flicked, 
The clanking garden-hatch,

And what they mean to wayfarers, 
I scarcely heed or mind; 
He has won that storm-tight roof of hers 
Which Earth grants all her kind....Read more of this...
by Hardy, Thomas
...s.
A grim ashath tree spreads its 
hungry clutching roots through the
gaping fissures of the walls.
Days have been when wayfarers
came here to wash their weary feet.
They spread their mats in the 
courtyard in the dim light of the
early moon, and sat and talked of
strange lands.
They woke refreshed in the morning
when birds made them glad, and 
friendly flowers nodded their heads 
at them from the wayside.
But no lighted lamp awaited me
when I came here.
The black smudges of ...Read more of this...
by Tagore, Rabindranath



...Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
Made fair by one another for a while. 
Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace; 
The long road then, unlit by your faint smile. 
Ah! the long road! and you so far away!
Oh, I’ll remember! but … each crawling day 
Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each mile 
Dull the dear pain of your remembered face. 

…Do...Read more of this...
by Brooke, Rupert
...of all humans, that they may see the misery of the weak. Have mercy upon the sufferers who knock on doors, and lead the wayfarers into warm places. Watch, oh Lord, over the little birds and protect the trees and fields from the anger of the storm; for Thou art merciful and full of love.'" 

As Slumber captured the boy's spirit, his mother placed him in the bed and kissed his eyes with quivering lips. Then she went back and sat by the hearth, spinning the wool to make him raim...Read more of this...
by Gibran, Kahlil
...he slow, dark hours begin. 
May not the darkness hide it from my face? 
 You cannot miss that inn. 

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? 
 Those who have gone before. 
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? 
 They will not keep you waiting at that door. 

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? 
 Of labour you shall find the sum. 
Will there be beds for me and all who seek? 
 Yea, beds for all who come....Read more of this...
by Rossetti, Christina

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