I wandered by the brookside,
I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow,
The noisy wheel was still.
Mohammed’s truth lay in a holy Book,
Christ’s in a sacred Life.
Great thoughts, great feelings came to them,
Like instincts, unawares.
I wandered by the brookside,
I wandered by the mill;
I could not hear the brook flow,
The noisy wheel was still.
Mohammed’s truth lay in a holy Book,
Christ’s in a sacred Life.
Great thoughts, great feelings came to them,
Like instincts, unawares.