The Wanderer.I know not whither I go; Only a sigh of pain And a wanderer's life I know. I long for rest always, I long for quiet alone; Into a vale of rest My pathway has never gone. I fear to raise my voice, I speak to hear but a sigh; Ever I wander alone And ask myself bitterly why. __James A. Wickersham. |
Kansas In Literature__Part I. Poetry
Introduction by William Herbert Carruth
(Topeka: Crane & Co. 1900)
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