Excerpt from Sung by the Way Thus the lays of my life were born, Thus they came to me, one by one, These from realms of the rising morn, Those from lands of the setting sun; These from pleasure and those from pain. (who will hear them and bid them stay?) Errant thoughts of a vagrant brain, Sung to the weary ones by the way. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.