THE VAGABOND
The vagabond sang at the pasture bar,
(Our house lay snug in the hollow.)
The song that he sang was of lands afar.
(And I would that I might follow.)
The vagabond slept neath the star strewn sky
And he smiled at his dreams a-sleeping;
The soft breeze sang him its lullaby,
The moon o’er him watch was a-keeping.
The vagabond rose in the early gray
(Our house lay snug in the hollow.)
He took to the road with a carol gay,
(And I would that I might follow.)
It was the third hour when the cross was raised
Betwixt the crosses.
Red from exertion
The soldiers sat upon the much trampled
And bloody ground. They parted His raiment.
And for the coat which was without seam they
Cast lots.
And many of the multitude
Passed gazing up at Him and wagged their heads
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