Lauren Bearly


Stepping Westward

'Poems I love.'
'What, you are stepping westward? '-'Yea.'

-'T WOULD be a wildish destiny,
If we, who thus together roam
In a strange land, and far from home,
Were in this place the guests of Chance:
Yet who would stop, or fear to advance,
Though home or shelter he had none,

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