Posted by: Erin Longbottom | 31st Aug, 2009

Song of Erin


“I tramp a perpetual journey,

My signs are a rain-proof coat and good shoes and a staff

cut from the woods;

No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,

I have no chair, nor church nor philosophy,

I lead no man to a dinner-table or library or exchange,

But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,

My left hand hooks you round the waist,

My right hand points to landscapes of continents, and a

plain public road.


Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,

You must travel it for yourself.”

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