THE WAYFARER

By Helen Hay Whitney

Half way to happiness,

The whole way back again,

Stumbling up the stubborn hill

From the luring lane.

Little sunset House of Hearts

Standing all alone,

I could come and sweep the leaves

From your stepping stone.

I, and he, could light your fires

Laughing at the rain

But O it's far to Happiness,

A short way back again.