A distant church sounds muffled
Out over wide plains
Where a lonely wanderer wanders.
Neither wealthy nor peasant
' Freedom is his brother,
The forest's bosom his safest bed.
Under a heavy and gloomy sky
The beggar wanders so restlessly forward.
Walk on, you Man of the Wides
Toward new adventures.
The ravaged skin of the powers of weather
Testifies to the trials of life
And a heart of purest gold.
For his gifts that the forest gave
Does he get food and new hosiery
Before the road calls again.