WHERE SHALL WE BETAKE US?

By Gilbert Parker

“Where shall we betake us when the day's work is over?

( Ah, red is the rose-bush in the lane. )

Happy is the maid that knows the footstep of her lover —

( Sing the song, the Eden song, again. )

Who shall listen to us when black sorrow comes a-reaping?

( See the young lark falling from the sky. )

Happy is the man that has a true heart in his keeping —

True hearts flourish when the roses die.”