Classic Poem

I met a weary mover-man
Half gone upon his journey,
And thought that, minus caravan,
He might have served, so lank and wan,
He might have served, that mover-man,
As sign to an attorney.

The land was poor he left behind;
The land was poor before him;
And wherefore move and wherefore not
Were puzzle more than any plot
To him, the daddy that begot,
And her, the dame that bore him.

Move on! move on! She's just ahead,
Old Fortune with her finger!
Happy the mover-man who gets
To—where the sun goes when he sets,
And comes from where he rises.