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A-Roving by Victor James Daley

When the sap runs up the tree.


    And the vine runs oĺer the wall,


    When the blossom draws the bee,


    From the forest comes a call,


    Wild, and clear, and sweet, and strange,


    Many-tongued and murmuring


    Like the river in the range,


    ĺTis the joyous voice of Spring!




    On the boles of grey, old trees,


    See the flying sunbeams play


    Mystic, soundless melodies,


    A fantastic march and gay;


    But the young leaves hear them, hark


    How they rustle, every one!


    And the sap beneath the bark


    Hearing, leaps to meet the sun.




    Oh, the world is wondrous fair


    When the tide of lifeĺs at flood!


    There is magic in the air,


    There is music in the blood;


    And a glamour draws us on


    To the distance, rainbow-spanned,


    And the road we tread upon


    Is the road to Fairyland.




    Lo! the elders hear the sweet


    Voice, and know the wondrous song;


    And their ancient pulses beat


    To a tune forgotten long;


    And they talk in whispers low,


    With a smile and with a sigh,


    Of the years of long ago,


    And the roving days gone by.