I searched about my bedroom, studied at my books,
But I couldn't figure out just where I had to look,
I searched beneath bed clothes, in cupboards and in drawers,
But still the voice kept whispering the same words o'er and o'er,
It seemed that when I walked, the trees they whispered out my name,
As rustling and twinkling, they danced in rich array,
As down to pluck the rose, it whispered leave me be,
Go search and yea shall find, and all men shall be free,
So again I searched the river beds, but all I found was pike,
And down the road I journeyed----the road we all call life.