• Author: Patterson, Antoinette DeC.
• Editor: B-7413
• Newspaper: The Umpire volume 5
• Page Number:
• Date: 7 19 1916
• Tags:
• poetry

RESTLESSNESS Ferryman' row me across. The flowers look bright on that side. The stones less rought that lie along its shore, And there, they tell me, birds sing ever- more: Ferryman, row me across. Ferryman, row me across. Here are the same old sorrows as of yore, Among those newer beauties I would hide; Heed not, I pray, an adverse wind or tide, Ferryman, row me across. Ferryman, come, row me home. I cannot, 'mid these scenes so strange, abide: Mine eyes grow dim, and in my heart's deep core I long for old familiar things once more– E'en though they be the sorrows known of yore, Kept ever green by graves of those who died– Ferryman, quick, row me home!

— Antoinette DeC. Patterson