We were dreamers, dreaming greatly, in the man-stifled town;
We yearned beyond the sky-line where the strange roads go down
Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the Need
Till the Soul that is not man's soul was lent us to lead

As the deer breaks -- as the steer breaks -- from the herd where they graze
In the faith of little children we went on our ways
Then the wood failed -- then the food failed -- then the last water dried
In the faith of little children we lay down and died

On the sand-drift -- on the veldt-side -- in the fern-scrub we lay
That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way
Follow after-follow after! We have watered the root
And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit!

Follow after -- we are waiting, by the trails that we lost
For the sounds of many footsteps, for the tread of a host
Follow after-follow after -- for the harvest is sown:
By the bones about the wayside ye shall come to your own!