Poems of Madison Cawein Vol. 3 — An Old Song

I

It’s, Oh, for the hills, where the wind’s some one With a vagabond foot that follows!

And a cheer-up hand that he claps upon Your arm with the hearty words, “Come on!

We’ll soon be out of the hollows, My heart!

We’ll soon be out of the hollows!

” II

It’s, Oh, for the songs, where the hope’s some one With a renegade foot that doubles!

And a kindly look that he turns upon Your face with the friendly laugh, “Come on!

We’ll soon be out of the troubles, My heart!

We’ll soon be out of the troubles!

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