Along the beat within these walls—
Hark! Hark! again dear sister calls.
A Query.
BY MORSE.
When the long weary days are over
And the front gates open to you,
Are you again to be a wild rover?
What are you going to do?
Have you plans or dreams for the future?
Have the days any brightness for you?
Will you be a poor homeless creature?
What are you going to do?