There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will
They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest;
Thei...
Worthy art Thou,
O Lord, of praise,
But ah
It's not in me
In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort give,
And when my soul these things abhorred,
Then,
Lord,
"How shall I be a poet
How shall I write in rhyme
You told me once `the very wish Partook of the sublime
' The tell me how
Twice ten years old not fully toldsince nature gave me breath,
My race is run, my thread spun,lo, here is fatal death
All men must die, and so must I;this cannot be revoked
For Adam's sake this word God spakewhen he so high provoked
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap