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Let Us All Be Gipsies.
LET US ALL BE GIPSIES .
TXTHICH is the Avay from the crowded city To the land of shadow and hope and peace , Where Avomen can love and men can pity ,
And tears from sorrowing eyes may cease ? For the toiling town is harsh and hollow , And Hate points eastward ; Envy Avest ; Though many may fall , yet some will follow To a home of dreams and the haven of rest .
For the love of HeaA r en , stretch forth your hand , And point the way to Bohemia ' s land . Where are the fields and their emerald cover ,
The wayside flowers and the travelling cart , The new-found love and the long-tried lover ? They are better by far than our feverish art . We are sick unto death of Jealousy ' s fetter , The secret path , the ceaseless strife ;
There ' s triumph in fame , but freedom ' s better ; So give us a taste of a wandering life . The senses sicken as fancy ' s hand Paints endless love in Bohemia ' s land .
Bohemia ' s Avays are strewn Avith flowers ,
Her children free from the revel of wine ; Her dust is slaked by the sweetest shoAvers . 'Neath covering trees they halt and dine . When care creeps close , why away they wandei To seek AvhateA ^ er the mind loves best
, For hope endures AA hen the heart sees yonder A brighter life and a surer rest . How many despise , but how feAv Avithstand , The endless joys of Bohemia ' s land !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Let Us All Be Gipsies.
LET US ALL BE GIPSIES .
TXTHICH is the Avay from the crowded city To the land of shadow and hope and peace , Where Avomen can love and men can pity ,
And tears from sorrowing eyes may cease ? For the toiling town is harsh and hollow , And Hate points eastward ; Envy Avest ; Though many may fall , yet some will follow To a home of dreams and the haven of rest .
For the love of HeaA r en , stretch forth your hand , And point the way to Bohemia ' s land . Where are the fields and their emerald cover ,
The wayside flowers and the travelling cart , The new-found love and the long-tried lover ? They are better by far than our feverish art . We are sick unto death of Jealousy ' s fetter , The secret path , the ceaseless strife ;
There ' s triumph in fame , but freedom ' s better ; So give us a taste of a wandering life . The senses sicken as fancy ' s hand Paints endless love in Bohemia ' s land .
Bohemia ' s Avays are strewn Avith flowers ,
Her children free from the revel of wine ; Her dust is slaked by the sweetest shoAvers . 'Neath covering trees they halt and dine . When care creeps close , why away they wandei To seek AvhateA ^ er the mind loves best
, For hope endures AA hen the heart sees yonder A brighter life and a surer rest . How many despise , but how feAv Avithstand , The endless joys of Bohemia ' s land !