  Full thousands of leagues over land, over seas, I travelled, for two things to find: From work, and its routine, a needed surcease, And knowledge, to quicken the mind. I moved mid the crowds in the cities of fame, I pondered their pleasures and pride, A stranger, alone, wherever I came, I heard but the surge of the tide. Though knowledge increased with the sight of the new, Though grandeur gave thrills of delight, Though marvelling oft at the things, man can do, Yet weariness came with the night. And I longed for the sound of the voice of a friend, I longed for my home far away, When, behold, I met one at a thoroughfare’s end, At the close of a wearisome day! The clasp of his hand, with the love of his heart, The warm and the genuine grip, Brought greater delight than the sight of all art, And all wonderful things of the trip. |
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