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IN VAGABOND GOLDEN AND VAGABOND GRAY, by                    
First Line: The road of the vagabond's mottled and winding
Last Line: In vagabond golden and vagabond gray!
Subject(s): Wandering & Wanderers; Yale University; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes


THE road of the vagabond's mottled and winding:
It runs through the hills and round by the sea,
And the end of it takes a long day for the finding,
And the heart of the man must be vagabond-free.
Vagabond, vagabond, vagabond he
Who follows the trail for the whole of his day,
Who hearkens unto the road's decree,
"Vagabond golden and vagabond gray."

It matters no whit that the long night be binding --
Who knows but a star may break o'er the lea? --
And the sea may forever go on with its grinding;
None knows what the waves at the last are to be.
This only is certain: the wind in the tree,
The feel of the air and the stinging spray,
The sun, and the rain, and the wild things aglee
Are vagabond golden and vagabond gray.

The call of the road is sacredly binding --
Tattered or girded, of every degree,
All for the golden, the gray never minding,
An host has departed, -- and lo, where the bee
Clambering, filches his honey-fee,
His vagabond kin gleaned, yesterday,
Vagabond beauties such as folk see
In vagabond golden and vagabond gray.

In the face of the mighty they turn not to flee:
They are vagabonds careless and vagabonds gay.
Ah -- what hale-hearty vagabond comrades are ye
In vagabond golden and vagabond gray!





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