THE OTHER SIDETo J. R. S.Faunside, June 5, 1904
I journeyed on an unknown road,
Begirt with mountains towering high,
And one stood out with granite load,
Its bastions seemed to pierce the sky.
"Oh, could I climb to yonder height
O'erlooking land and sea," I sighed,
"The wonders of the world I'd sight
Spread out upon the other side."
Begirt with mountains towering high,
And one stood out with granite load,
Its bastions seemed to pierce the sky.
"Oh, could I climb to yonder height
O'erlooking land and sea," I sighed,
"The wonders of the world I'd sight
Spread out upon the other side."
I climbed that steep and dizzy height;
The path was rough for tired feet.
Buoyed up with thoughts of ancient might,
I saw no stones, I felt no heat.
"Who would not suffer toil untold
To reach the goal," I panting cried,
"And see the glories of the world
Revealed upon the other side!"
The path was rough for tired feet.
Buoyed up with thoughts of ancient might,
I saw no stones, I felt no heat.
"Who would not suffer toil untold
To reach the goal," I panting cried,
"And see the glories of the world
Revealed upon the other side!"
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