Weary way-wanderer languid and sick at heart br Travelling painfully over the rugged road, br Wild-visag'd Wanderer! ah for thy heavy chance! br br Sorely thy little one drags by thee bare-footed, br Cold is the baby that hangs at thy bending back br Meagre and livid and screaming its wretchedness. br br Woe-begone mother, half anger, half agony, br As over thy shoulder thou lookest to hush the babe, br Bleakly the blinding snow beats in thy hagged face.