English poem
As my first was walking with weary step, on a drear and…
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
As my first was walking with weary step, on a drear and lonely road, With a heavy heart and a downcast glance, of my second be bore a load; He saw my third, he was soon my third, he had reached his welcome goal, And with song and dance and merry jest, he listened to my whole.