Marguerite Wilkinson: A Song of Two Wanderers

A Song of Two Wanderers

Marguerite Wilkinson

Dear, when I went with you To where the town ends, Simple things that Christ loved — They were our friends; Tree shade and grass blade And meadows in flower; Sun-sparkle, dew-glisten, Star-glow and shower; Cool-flowing song at night Where the river bends, And the shingle croons a tune — These were our friends.
Under us the brown earth Ancient and strong, The best bed for wanderers All the night long; Over us the blue sky Ancient and dear, The best roof to shelter all Glad wanderers here; And racing between them there Falls and ascends The chantey of the clean winds — These were our friends.
By day on the broad road Or on the narrow trail, Angel wings shadowed us, Glimmering pale Through the red heat of noon; In the twilight of dawn Fairies broke fast with us; Prophets led us on, Heroes were kind to us Day after happy day; Many white Madonnas We met on our way — Farmer and longshoreman, Fisherman and wife, Children and laborers Brave enough for Life, Simple folk that Christ loved — They were our friends… .
Dear, we must go again To where the town ends… .