All Hope Of Rest Withdrawn Me? - What Dread Command Hath Put This Awful Curse Upon Me - The Curse Of The Wandering Foot! Forward And Backward And Thither, And Hither And Yon Again - Wandering Ever! And Whither? Answer Them, God! Amen. The Blue Skies Are Far O'Er Me - - The Bleak Fields Near Below: Where The Mother That Bore Me? - Where Her Grave In The Snow? - Glad In Her Trough Of A Coffin - The Sad Eyes Frozen Shut That Wept So Often, Often, The Curse Of The Wandering Foot! Here In Your Marts I Care Not Whatsoever Ye Think. Good Folk Many Who Dare Not Give Me To Eat And Drink: Give Me To Sup Of Your Pity - Feast Me On Prayers! - O Ye, Met I Your Christ In The City He Would Fare Forth With Me - Forward And Onward And Thither, And Hither Again And Yon, With Milk For Our Drink Together And Honey To Feed Upon - Nor Hope Of Rest Withdrawn Us, Since The One Father Put The Bless?D Curse Upon Us - The Curse Of The Wandering Foot.