The wayside seat

The wayside seat

“It stands, safe sheltered from sun and breeze,
That wayside seat ‘neath the drooping trees,
With a welcome true for all who pass,
From the travelling priest to the village lass.
The old wife resting from steps of pain,
Or pedlar counting his modest gain.
“Stay, stay,” it seems to say,
“Rest and peace to borrow;
Here awhile
Pause and smile,
Though you tire to-morrow!””

(E. Walton in The wayside seat)
Li├Ęge-Vottem (B)

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