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1862–1932

WAYFARERS

Gilbert Parker

War does the fire no longer burn? ( I am so lonely ) Why does the tent-door swing outward? ( I have no home )

Oh, let me breathe hard in your face! ( I am so lonely ) Oh, why do you shut your eyes to me? ( I have no home )

Let us make friends with the stars; ( I am so lonely ) Give me your hand, I will hold it; ( I have no home )

Let us go hunting together: ( I am so lonely ) We will sleep at God's camp to-night. ( I have no home )

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