Paroles
From thecity gate at the dawning grey
The children journey'd, a brighteyed band,
And sang as they threaded the mistvelled way
With pilgrims staves in each dimpled hand
The sheperd woke by their slumbering,
The morning dew ontheir sandall'd feet,
Andmany a bird in its dreaming stirr'd
As the childish voices rose silver sweet...
