| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1392. A Wish |
| | | By Hamlin Garland |
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| ALL day and many days I rode, | |
| My horse’s head set toward the sea; | |
| And as I rode a longing came to me | |
| That I might keep the sunset road, | |
| Riding my horse right on and on, | 5 |
| O’ertake the day still lagging at the west, | |
| And so reach boyhood from the dawn, | |
| And be with all the days at rest. | |
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| For then the odor of the growing wheat, | |
| The flare of sumach on the hills, | 10 |
| The touch of grasses to my feet | |
| Would cure my brain of all its ills,— | |
| Would fill my heart so full of joy | |
| That no stern lines could fret my face. | |
| There would I be forever boy, | 15 |
| Lit by the sky’s unfailing grace. | |
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