CONTENTS.

• VAGABONDIA
• A WAIF
• THE JOYS OF THE ROAD
• EVENING ON THE POTOMAC
• SPRING SONG
• THE FAUN
• A ROVER'S SONG
• DOWN THE SONGO
• THE WANDER-LOVERS
• DISCOVERY
• A MORE ANCIENT MARINER
• A SONG BY THE SHORE
• A HILL SONG
• AT SEA
• ISABEL
• CONTEMPORARIES
• THE TWO BOBBIES
• A TOAST
• THE KAVANAGH
• A CAPTAIN OF THE PRESS-GANG
• THE BUCCANEERS
• THE WAR-SONG OF GAMELBAR
• THE OUTLAW
• THE KING'S SON
• LAURANA'S SONG
• LAUNA DEE
• THE MENDICANTS
• THE MARCHING MORROWS
• IN THE WORKSHOP
• THE MOTE
• IN THE HOUSE OF IDIEDAILY
• RESIGNATION
• COMRADES

VAGABONDIA.

Off with the fetters
That chafe and restrain!
Off with the chain!
Here Art and Letters,
Music and wine,
And Myrtle and Wanda,
The winsome witches,
Blithely combine.
Here are true riches,
Here is Golconda,
Here are the Indies,
Here we are free—
Free as the wind is,
Free, as the sea.
Free!

Houp-la!

What have we
To do with the way
Of the Pharisee?
We go or we stay
At our own sweet will;
We think as we say,
And we say or keep still
At our own sweet will,
At our own sweet will.

Here we are free
To be good or bad,
Sane or mad,
Merry or grim
As the mood may be,—
Free as the whim
Of a spook on a spree,—
Free to be oddities,
Not mere commodities,
Stupid and salable,
Wholly available,
Ranged upon shelves;
Each with his puny form
In the same uniform,
Cramped and disabled;
We are not labelled,
We are ourselves.

Here is the real,
Here the ideal;
Laughable hardship
Met and forgot,
Glory of bardship—
World's bloom and world's blot;
The shock and the jostle,
The mock and the push,
But hearts like the throstle
A-joy in the bush;
Wits that would merrily
Laugh away wrong,
Throats that would verily
Melt Hell in Song.

What though the dimes be
Elusive as rhymes