The Traveler

O traveler, where are you going? You seem so intent on your way, As if nothing on earth will detain you; Are you sure you must get there today? From the traveler’s lips hear the answer: I’m intent on my path ‘cause I know That the One Whom I love is awaiting— He went first; now I’m longing to go. O traveler, stop at this roadhouse— They have dainties, good ale, a soft bed; You’ll wear yourself out as you’re pacing— Come, find rest and refreshment instead. The refreshment of earth...