much farther still the paths may go
beyond our quiet acres of shade
beginning at our homely house
"and whither then? i cannot say."

but travelling feet away shall go
to walk the paths i only see
at once depart my lonely house
to find some other company.

you'll tread the barely trodden roads
explore the almost unexplored
and ere the tired sun retires
you'll cross the long forgotten ford.

we'll sit by different firesides
in different corners of the globe
and think of when our paths once crossed
so many nights and miles ago.

and when your weary feet return
you'll find me always waiting for
your happy voice calling greetings
and quiet footstepds at my door.