ENVOY O, little book, and wish to all G Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall, A bin of wine, a spice of wit, A living river by the door, A nightingale in the sycamore! A SONG OF THE ROAD THE gauger walked w HE gauger walked with willing foot, And aye the gauger played the flute; And what should Master Gauger play But Over the bills and far away? Whene'er I buckle on my pack You go with me the self-same way - It is the tune to travel to. For who would gravely set his face On every hand the roads begin, A SONG OF THE ROAD Then follow you, wherever hie For one and all, or high or low, FOREST OF MONtargis, 1878. O III THE CANOE SPEAKS N the great streams the ships may go About men's business to and fro. But I, the egg-shell pinnace, sleep A hand may launch, a hand withhold: THE CANOE SPEAKS To loose their girdles on the grass. When, following the recondite brook, |