[Gutenberg 12874] • The New North

[Gutenberg 12874] • The New North

THE MENDICANTS REACH WINNIPEG -We are as mendicants who wait Along the roadside in the sun. Tatters of yesterday and shreds Of morrow clothe us every one. -And some are dotards, who believe And glory in the days of old; While some are dreamers, harping still Upon an unknown age of gold. -O foolish ones, put by your care Where wants are many, joys are few; And at the wilding springs of peace, God keeps an open house for you. -But there be others, happier few, The vagabondish sons of God, Who know the by-ways and the flowers, And care not how the world may plod."