Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 171, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 August 1917 — Longing. [ARTICLE]

Longing.

Sometimes I wish that I could go Along the paths I used: to know, Could go back there and find some kid And go along the roads I did When I had not a single care. And all life’s skies were bright and fair. And birds sung in the wayside tree, And all the world seemed made for me. That’s what I think I’d love to do! Go find a little tad I knew Away back there, and we would, go Where water lilies used to grow; And bend a pin and fix a line, Me and this old-time chum of mine. And sit until the light grew dim Where little sunfish used to swim. Those were the days when bullheads bit. And sunfish—why, life seemed to fit Us like a garment, and we slid. Myself and that remembered kid. From one joy to another. So, Sometimes, I wish that I might go And look about and find that tad And be with him once inore, and glad. —Judd Mortimer Lewis, in the Houston Post. —— ——