Unsatisfied

An old farmhouse with meadows wide,

And sweet with clover on either side;

A bright-eyed boy who looks from out

The door, with woodbine wreathed about,

And wishes this one thought all the day:

"Oh, if I could but fly away

From this dull spot, the world to see,

How happy, how happy, I would be."

Amid the city's constant din

A man who round the world has been;

Who 'mid the tumult and the throng

Is thinking, thinking all day long:

"Oh, could I only tread once more

The field path to the farmhouse door,

The old green meadows could I see,

How happy, how happy I would be."