 THE WISHING BRIDGE by John Greenleaf Whittier read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk Among the legends Sungor said along our rocky shore, the Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more. And a hundred years ago, so ran the old-time story, all good wishes set above its span would soon or late befall, if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid, for him who on the deep sea sailed, for her at home who stayed. Once thither came two girls from school and wished in childish glee, and one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see. Time passed with change of hopes and fears, and in the self-same place, two women, gray with middle-years, stood wondering face to face. With vacant memories as they met, they queried what had been. A poor man's wife, am I, and yet, said one, I am a queen. My realm a little homestead is, where locking crown and throne, I rule by loving services and patient toil alone. The other said, the great world lies beyond me as it lay, or loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray. I see but common sights of home, its common sounds I hear. My widowed mother's sick bedroom sufficeseth for my sphere. I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide, and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wonder side by side. And when at last she falls asleep, my book becomes to me a magic glass, my watch I keep, but all the world I see. A farm-wife queen, your place, you fill, while fancy's privilege, is mine to walk the earth at will, thanks to the Wishing Bridge. Nay, leave the legend for the truth, the other cried, and say, God gives the wishes of our youth, but in his own best way. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Among the legends sung or said along our rocky shore, the Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more. A hundred years ago, so ran the old-time story, all good wishes said above its span would soon or late befall. If pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid, for him who on the deep sea sailed, for her at home who stayed. Once another came two girls from school, wished in childish glee, and one would be a queen and rule, and one the world would see. Time passed, with change of hopes and fears, and in the self-same place, two women gray with middle-years stood wondering face to face. With wakened memories, as they met, they queried what had been. A poor man's wife and I, and yet, said one, I am a queen. My realm a little homestead is, we're lacking crown and throne. I rule by loving services and patient toil alone. The other said, the great world lies beyond me as it lay, or loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray. I see but common sights of home, its common sounds I hear. My widowed mother's sick-bed room sufficeseth for my sphere. I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide, and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side. And when at last she falls asleep, my book becomes to me a magic glass. My watch I keep but all the world I see. A farm-wife queen, your place you fill, while fancy's privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge. Nay, leave the legend for the truth, the other cried, and say God gives the wishes of our youth. But in his best-owned way. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf-Whittier Read Philippe Vox.org by Craig Franklin Among the legends sung or said, along our rocky shore, The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more. A hundred years ago, so ran the old-time story all good wishes said above its span would soon or late before. If pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid, for him who on the deep sea sailed, for her at home who stayed. One scither came two girls from school, and wishing in childish glee, and one would be a queen and rule, and one the world would see. Time passed, with change of hopes and fears, and in the self-same place, to women grey with middle-years, stood wandering face to face. With wakened memories as they met, they queried what had been, A poor man's wife am I, and yet, said one, I am a queen. My realm, a little homestead is, Weird lacking, crown and throne, I rule by loving services and patient toil alone. The other said, The great world lies beyond me as it lay, Or loves and duties, boundaries my feet may never stray. I see but common sights of home, Its common sounds I hear, My widowed mother's sick-bed room suffices for my sphere. I read to her some pleasant page, Travel far and wide, And in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side, And when at last she falls asleep, My book becomes to me a magic glass my watch I keep, But all the world I see. A farm-wife queen, your place you fill, While Fence's privilege is mine to walk the earth at will, Thanks to the Wishing Bridge. Nay, leave the legend for the truth! The other cried, And say, God gives the wishes of our youth, But in his own best way. 1882 End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more, And a hundred years ago so ran the old-time story. All good wishes said above its span would sooner date before, If pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid, For him who on the deep sea sailed, For her at home who stayed, Once that there came two girls from school, And wished in childish glee, And one would be a queen and rule, And one the world would see. Time passed with change of hopes and fears, And in the self-same place, Two women, grey with middle-years, Stood wandering face to face, With vacant memories as they met, They queried what had been. A pure man's wife, Am I, and yet said one, I am a queen. My realm a little homestead is, Where lacking crime and throne, I rule by loving services And patient toil alone. The other said, The great world lies beyond me as it lay, O'er loves and duties' boundaries My feet may never stray. I see but common sights of home, Its common sounds I hear. My widowed mother's sick bedroom, Suffice it for my sphere. I read to her some pleasant page Of travel far and wide, And in a dreamy pilgrimage, We wander side by side, And when at last she falls asleep, My book becomes to me a magic glass, My watch I keep but all the world I see. A farmwife queen, Your place you fill, While fancy's privilege Is mine to walk the earth at will, Thanks to the wishing bridge. Nay, leave the legend for the truth, The other cried, And say God gives the wishes of our youth, But in his own best way. 1882. End of poem, This recording is in the public domain. The Wishing Bridge By John Greenleaf Whithere Read for LibriVox.org By Cornel Nemes In Reno, Nevada Among the legends sung or said Along our rocky shore The Wishing Bridge Of Marblehead May well be sung once more. An hundred years ago, So run the old time story, All good wishes Said above its span would Soon or late before. If pure and earnest Never failed the prayers Of man or maid For him who on the deep sea sailed For her at home who stayed. One stither came to girls from school And wished in childish glee And one would be a queen and rule And one the world would see. Time passed With change of hopes and fears And in the self same place Two women grey with middle years Stood wandering face to face With wakened memories as they met They queried what had been A poor man's wife, am I, and yet Said one, I am a queen. My realm a little homestead is Where, lacking crown and throne I rule by loving services And patient toil alone. The other said, The great world lies beyond me As it lay, over loves and duties Boundaries my feet may never stray. I see but common sights of home Its common sounds I hear My widowed mother's sick bed room Suffice it for my sphere. I read to her some pleasant page Of travel far and wide And in a dreamy pilgrimage We wander side by side And when, at last, she falls asleep My book becomes to me a magic glass My watch I keep But all the world I see. A farm-wife queen your place you feel While Francis' privilege is mine To walk the earth at will Thanks to the wishing bridge Nay, leave the legend for the truth The other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth But in his own best way The end of poem This recording is in the public domain The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf Whittier readforlibrivox.org by Frank Duncan Among the legends sung are said Along our rocky shore The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more. And a hundred years ago So ran the old-time story All good wishes said above its span Would soon or late befall. If pure and earnest never failed The prayers of man or maid For him who on the deep sea sailed For her at home who stayed. Once thither came two girls from school And wished in childish glee And one would be a queen in rule And one the world would see. Time passed with change of hopes and fears And in the self-same place Two women, gray with middle years Stood wondering face to face With wakened memories as they met They queried what had been A poor man's wife am I And yet, said one, I am a queen My realm a little homestead is Where, lacking crown and throne I rule by loving services And patient toil alone The other said, the great world lies On me as it lay, or loves and duties Boundaries my feet may never stray I see but common sights of home Its common sounds I hear My widowed mother's sick bedroom Suffice it for my sphere. I read to her some pleasant page Of travel far and wide And in a dreamy pilgrimage We wander side by side And when at last she falls asleep My book becomes to me A magic glass my watch I keep But all the world I see A farmwife queen your place you fill While fancy's privilege Is mine to walk the earth at will Thanks to the Wishing Bridge Nay, leave the legend for the truth The other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth But in his own best way 1882 End of poem This recording is in the public domain The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf Whittier read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham, England GrahamScottAudio.com Among the legends sung or said along our rocky shore The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more. And hundred years ago so ran the old-time story all good wishes said above its span would soon or late before. If pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed. Once thither came two girls from school and wished in childish glee that one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see. Time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the self-same place two women grey with middle-years stood wondering face to face. With wakened memories as they met they queried what had been a poor man's wife am I and yet said one I am a queen. My realm a little homestead is where lacking crown and throne I rule by loving services and patient toil alone. The other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay or loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray. I see but common sights of home its common sounds I hear my widowed mother's sick-bed room suffice earth for my sphere. I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic glass my watch I keep but all the world I see. A farm-wife queen your place you fill while fancy is privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the Wishing Bridge. Nay, leave the legend for the truth the other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf Whittier Read for LibriVox.org by Harshata Among the legends sung or said along a rocky shore the Wishing Bridge of Marble Head may well be sung once more and hundred years ago so ran the old-time story all good wishes said above its span would soon or late befall if pure and earnest never failed the pairs of man or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed once Titha came to girls from school and wished in childish glee and one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the self same place two women grey with middle years stood wondering face to face with weakened memories as they met they curied what had been a poor man's wife am I and yet said one I am a queen my room a little homestead is were lacking crown and throne I rule by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay our loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray I see but common sights of home its common sounds I hear my widowed mother's sick bedroom sat for my sphere I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic last my watch I keep but all the world I see a farm wife queen your place you fill while fancies privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge nay leave the legend for the truth the other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way end of poem this recording is in the public domain the wishing bridge by young Greenleaf Whittier read for LibraVox.org by Hope Force One among the legend songer said along a rocky shore the wishing bridge of marble head may well be sung once more and hundred years ago so ran the old's time story all good vicious said above its ban would soon or late befall if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed once there came to girls from school and wished in childish glee and one would be a queen and room and one the world would see time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the self same place two women grey with middle years stood wandering face to face with waking memories as they met they queried what had been a poor man's wife am I and yet said one I am a queen my realm a little homestead is where lacking crown and throne I rule by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay over loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray I see but common sights of home its common sounds I hear my widow mother sick bed room sufficient for my spear I read to her some pleasant page travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic gloss my watch I keep but all the world I see a form wife queen your place you feel well fancies privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge leave the legend for the truth the other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way 1882 end of poem this recording is in the public domain The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf Whittier read for LibriVox.org by Kay Hand Among the legends sung or said along our rocky shore the Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more and hundred years ago so ran the old time story all good wishes said above its span would soon or late befall if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed once thither came two girls from school and wished in childish glee and one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the self same place two women gray with middle years stood wondering face to face with wakened memories as they met they queried what had been poor man's wife am I and yet said one I am a queen my realm a little homestead is where lacking crown and throne I rule by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay or loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray I see but common sights of home its common sounds I hear my widowed mother's sick bedroom sufficeth for my sphere I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic glass my watch I keep but all the world I see a farmwife queen your place you fill while fancy's privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge nay leave the legend for the truth the other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way 1882 End of poem this recording is in the public domain The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf Whittier read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S along the legend sung or said along a rocky shore the Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more and a hundred years ago so ran the old time story all good wishes said above its span would sooner or late befall if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed once thither came two girls from school and wished in childish glee and one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the self same place two women grey with middle years stood wondering face to face with waking memories as they met they queried what had been a poor man's wife am I and yet said one I am a queen my realm a little homestead is breaking crown and throne I rule by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay or loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray I see but common sights of home its common sounds I hear my widowed mother's sick bed room so fight this for my sphere I read there is some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic glass my watch I keep but all the world I see a farm wife queen your place you fill well fancy's privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge nay lead the legend for the truth the other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way 1882 end of poem this recording is in the public domain The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf Woodier read for LibriVox.org by Mickey Lee Rich among the legend's song are sad along our rocky shore The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead sung once more a hundred years ago so around the old-time story all good wishes set above its span would sooner late befall if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed once the other came two girls from school and wished in childish glee and one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the self-same place two women gray with middle years stood wondering face to face with wakened memories as they met they queried what had been a poor man's wife am I said one I am a queen my realm a little homestead is where lacking crown and throne I rule by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay over loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray I see but common sights of home it's common sounds I hear my widowed mother's sick bedroom suffices from my sphere I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic glass my watch I keep but all the world I see a farm-wife queen your place you fill while fancy's purplish's mind to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge nay leave the legend for the truth the other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way end of poem this recording is in the public domain The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf-Wittier read for LibriVox.org by Rebecca Zimmerman Lancaster, Pennsylvania Among the legends sung or said along a rocky shore the Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more a hundred years ago so ran the old-time story all good wishes said above its span would soon or late befall if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed once the other came two girls from school and wished in childish glee and one would be a queen and a rule the world would see time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the self-same place two women gray with middle-years stood wondering face to face with waken memories as they met they queried what had been a poor man's wife and yet said one I am a queen my realm a little homestead is alone and thrown I rule by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay or loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray I see but come in sights of home its common sounds I hear my widowed mother's sick bedroom suffice it for my sphere I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic glass my watch I keep but all the world I see a farmwife queen your place you fill while fancy's privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge nay leave the legend for the truth the other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way end of poem this recording is in the public domain The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf Whittier read for LibriVox.org by Spectral Chicken among the legend sung or said along our rocky shore The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more and a hundred years ago so ran the old time story all good wishes said above its span would soon or late befall if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed once thither came two girls from school and wished in childish glee and one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the self same place two women gray with middle years stood wondering face to face with wakened memories as they met they queried what had been a poor man's wife I am and yet said one I am a queen my realm a little homestead is where lacking crown and throne I rule by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay or loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray I see but common sights of home its common sounds I hear my widowed mother's sick bedroom suffices for my sphere I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic glass my watch I keep but all the world I see a farm wife queen your place you fill while fancy is privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge nay leave the legend for the truth the other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way 1882 end of poem this recording is in the public domain the wishing bridge by John Greenleaf Whittier read for LibriVox.org by Skip among the legends sung or said along our rocky shore the wishing bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more a hundred years ago so ran the old time story all good wishes set above its span would soon or late befall if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed once there came two girls from school and wished in childish glee and one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see time passed change of hopes and fears and in the self same place two women gray with middle years stood wondering face to face with wakened memories as they met they queried what had been a poor man's wife and I and yet said one I am a queen my realm a little homestead is or lacking crown and throne I rule by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay or loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray I see but common sights of home its common sounds I hear my widowed mother's sick bedroom suffice it before my sphere I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic glass my watch I keep but all the world I see a farmwife queen your place you fill while fancies privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge nay leave the legend for the truth the other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth in his own best way 1882 end of poem this recording is in the public domain The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf Whittier read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter among the legends sung are said along our rocky shore The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more and a hundred years ago surround the old time story all good wishes set above its span would sooner late befall if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of man or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed once thither came two girls from school and wished in childish glee and one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the self same place two women grey with middle years stood wondering face to face with awakened memories as they met they queried what had been a poor man's wife am I and yet said one I am a queen my realm a little homestead is where lacking crown and throne I rule by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay or loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray I see but common sights of home its common sounds I hear my widowed mother's sick bedroom suffices for my sphere I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic glass my watch I keep but all the world I see a farmwife queen your place you fill well fancy's privilege is mine to walk of the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge nay leave the legend for the truth the other cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way 1882 end of poem this recording is in the public domain The Wishing Bridge by John Greenleaf Whittier read for LibriVox.org by Tavares among the legends sang or said along our rocky shore The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead may well be sung once more 100 years ago so ran the old time story all good wishes said above its span would soon or late before if pure and earnest never failed the prayers of men or maid for him who on the deep sea sailed for her at home who stayed once neither came to girls from school and wished in childish glee and one would be a queen and rule and one the world would see time passed with change of hopes and fears and in the self same place two women grey with middle years stood wandering face to face with wakened memories as they met they queried what had been a poor man's wife am I and yet said one I am a queen my realm a little homestead is where lacking crown and throne by loving services and patient toil alone the other said the great world lies beyond me as it lay all loves and duties boundaries my feet may never stray I see but common sights of home its common sounds I hear my widowed mother's sick bed room I sit for my sphere I read to her some pleasant page of travel far and wide and in a dreamy pilgrimage we wander side by side and when at last she falls asleep my book becomes to me a magic glass my watch I keep but all the world I see a farm wife queen your place you fill well fancies privilege is mine to walk the earth at will thanks to the wishing bridge nay leave the legend for the truth they are the cried and say God gives the wishes of our youth but in his own best way 1882 end of poem this recording is on the public domain