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The stars are falling and the sky	A
Is like a field of faded flowers	B
The winds on weary wings go by	A
The moon hides and the tempest lowers	B
And still through every clime and age	C
I wander on a pilgrimage	D
That all men know an idle quest	E
For that the goal I seek is Rest	E
	-
I hear the voice of summer streams	F
And following I find the brink	G
Of cooling springs with childish dreams	F
Returning as I bend to drink	G
But suddenly with startled eyes	H
My face looks on its grim disguise	H
Of long gray beard and so distressed	E
I hasten on nor taste of rest	E
	-
I come upon a merry group	I
Of children in the dusky wood	J
Who answer back the owlet's whoop	I
That laughs as it had understood	J
And I would pause a little space	K
But that each happy blossom face	K
Is like to one His hands have blessed	E
Who sent me forth in search of rest	E
	-
Sometimes I fain would stay my feet	L
In shady lanes where huddled kine	M
Couch in the grasses cool and sweet	L
And lift their patient eyes to mine	M
But I for thoughts that ever then	M
Go back to Bethlehem again	M
Must needs fare on my weary quest	E
And weep for very need of rest	E
	-
Is there no end I plead in vain	M
Lost worlds nor living answer me	N
Since Pontius Pilate's awful reign	M
Have I not passed eternity	N
Have I not drunk the fetid breath	O
Of every fevered phase of death	O
And come unscathed through every pest	E
And scourge and plague that promised rest	E
	-
Have I not seen the stars go out	P
That shed their light o'er Galilee	N
And mighty kingdoms tossed about	P
And crumbled clod like in the sea	N
Dead ashes of dead ages blow	Q
And cover me like drifting snow	Q
And time laughs on as 'twere a jest	E
That I have any need of rest	E

James Whitcomb Riley

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