Unfulfilled Search

Up the hill, down the hill

Around the hill he flew

Through the forest, through the valley

Where the birch and pine trees grew

Faster, faster, he must go.

To find himself  he must!

To find out what he has to show,

                   to God,

Who hath raised him from the dust.

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Under nook and every crany,

O’er wide prairies of sod,

This man, he could not find himself

‘ Tis only up to God

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