Walk Not In Stones Poem by James Walter Orr

Let not now stones our pathway strew,
nor block this winding trail.
The thistle wears its purple bloom;
Its spines don't make it fail.
Cold and so bitter blow the winds,
that dampen our desire.
Oh! How I wish to find the coal
to stoke once more that fire.

Sit now yourself here by my side;
partake thou of my flame.
Let's turn ourselves now from this path
and cast aside all blame,
and bow ne'er more before our wrath,
and nurse no more our shame.