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What are the wild waves saying,
Sister, the whole day long,
That ever amid our playing
I hear but their low, lone song?
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What are the wild Waves saying?, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

 

Joseph Edwards Carpenter

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Wayfarer, friend, let us travel together. Night is near, wild beasts are about, and our campfire may go out. But if we agree to share the night watch, we can conserve our forces.
Tomorrow our path will be long and we may become exhausted. Let us walk together. We shall have joy and festivity. I shall sing for you the song your mother, wife and sister sang. You will relate for me your father's story about a hero and his achievements. Let our path be one.
Be careful not to step upon a scorpion, and warn me about any vipers. Remember, we must arrive at a certain mountain village.
Traveler, be my friend.

 

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