The Road That Has No End by Joseph Burrows read by Zane C Weber

The Road That Has No EndBy Joseph BurrowsHast ever tramped along the roadThat has no end?The far brown winding road, your oneFast friendA tattered weather-beaten swag,A silent mateTo sendHis dumb warm comfort to the heart,A fount where dreams ascend.There's wondrous freedom on the roadThat has no end;A man's heart glows, his spirit leapsTo blendIts joy of life with fierce wind's gustUpon his face:To lendIts cry to Nature's tumult, fullAnd shrill, as twilight shades descend.The flowers bloom along the roadThat has no endCool breezes blow, the gum trees swayAnd bend;The wild doves woo, and softly cooTheir soothing notes,And mendHeart's throbbing pain to sweet content,And peace lights on the mind's sad trendThere's pain and toil along the roadThat has no end;A sinking heart, and weary feetThat spendTheir strength, and lag and crave respite;And dim tired eyesThat tendTo close their heavy lids uponThe stinging dusts that upward wend.There are sweet still hours along the roadThat has no end'Neath twinkling stars when night's deep shadesO'erpend;A man's eyes shine with gathered tears,And memories comeTo rendHis straining heart strings, while aboveThe paling lights his mood commend.I love the road, the swagman's roadThat has no end;I love its joys, that pains and toilsTranscend;It is my dreams, the life that fills my heartAnd when death comes and wouldMy peacefulnessAmend,I pray that God may let my soul departWith my tattered swag beside me,'Mid my friends that never chide me,And my face towards the distant clouded hill,Where leads the far brown winding roadThat has no end.Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphySubscribe to us on ITUNES, STITCHER, SPOTIFY, RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice.Find us on FACEBOOK, TWITTER or INSTAGRAM. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.