THE ADVENTURERS - by MAY BYRON
They sit at home and they dream and dally, Raking the embers of long dead years -
But ye go down to the haunted valley, Light hearted pioneers.
They have forgotten they were ever young, they hear your songs as an unknown tongue,but the flame of God through your spirit stirs, Adventurers - Oh Adventurers!
They tithe their herbs and they count their tally, choosing their words that a phrase may live - but ye cast down in the hungry valley all that a man can give.
They prophesy smoothly, with a weary smile fulfilling their feeble appointed while, but death himself to your pride defers,
Adventurers Oh Adventurers!