To And Thither Come

written by Maggie Francis Lane
copyright A Timeless Company, Inc.


To and thither come, the stoutest few, who think better of noble things than sorrow and that pouted sky so gray and dull, yielding neither rain nor sun

Like echoing chambers, like canyons; like round pebbles and pale thoughts

Go trot about on sodded ground, and lofty dreams where beats the pining heart, and sings the sacred soul 

Soar in the sun upon eagled wings o’er winded sea