Page:Poet Lore, volume 28, 1917.djvu/505



The vagabond sang at the pasture bar,
 * (Our house lay snug in the hollow.)

The song that he sang was of lands afar.
 * (And I would that I might follow.)

The vagabond slept neath the star strewn sky
 * And he smiled at his dreams a-sleeping;

The soft breeze sang him its lullaby,
 * The moon o’er him watch was a-keeping.

The vagabond rose in the early gray
 * (Our house lay snug in the hollow.)

He took to the road with a carol gay,
 * (And I would that I might follow.)

It was the third hour when the cross was raised Betwixt the crosses. Red from exertion The soldiers sat upon the much trampled And bloody ground. They parted His raiment. And for the coat which was without seam they Cast lots.
 * And many of the multitude

Passed gazing up at Him and wagged their heads