In the rough chaparral I slept alone,—
No roof above me, and the stones my bed.
Alone I waked; no man had heard my groan,
No whisper cheered me, and no guide had led.
I wandered right and left away from man,
And when the day was done, I was where I began.

One morn I wakened to the cheer of song
Of a great caravan which camped hard by;
Shyly I joined the gay and happy throng,
Which gladly took me in their company.
They fed my hunger, and my wounds they bound;
I went with them, and Home and Heaven were found.