The Wanderer (John Lawson Stoddard Poems)
Wandering minstrel at my gate,Shivering in the winter gloaming,How appalling seems your fate,--Destined to be always roaming,Singing for a bit ...
Wandering minstrel at my gate,Shivering in the winter gloaming,How appalling seems your fate,--Destined to be always roaming,Singing for a bit ...
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