They made them ready and we saw them go
Out of our very lives;
Yet this world holds them all,
And soon it must befall
That we shall know
How this one fares, how that one thrives;
And one day—who knows when?
They shall be with us here again.
Another traveller left us late
Whose life was as the soul of ours;
A...
I SING of a journey to Clifton
We would have perform'd if we could,
Without cart or barrow to lift on
Poor Mary and me thro' the mud.
Sle sla slud,
Stuck in the mud;
Oh it is pretty to wade through a flood!
So away we went, slipping and sliding,...
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
The Forests as they froze
Together heard them strengthening
Each other with the words
That Heaven if Heaven — must contain
What Either left behind
And then the cheer too solemn grew
For language, and the wind
Long steps across the...
