My home is a suite on the third floor up, My door has a number in plate, Wherever a man must make his home Seems writ by the finger of Fate. When first I gazed on the city below My spirit was troubled and sad, But then I chanced to see the hills -- And the sight made the heart of me glad. One morn as I rose to hurry away I saw the dawn on the hills, Like a promise of hope in beauty it came, No brush the picture fulfills. The moon dipped low and the sun came up Flooding the sky with light, It strengthened my day so wrought with care And carried me through to the night. So the dawn comes up and the hills stand firm Though my path may be changed now and then, But as true as the dawn and as firm as the hills, May I walk with my fellowmen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLIAM AND HELEN by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS GOOD FRIDAY, 1613. RIDING WESTWARD by JOHN DONNE THE VANISHING RED by ROBERT FROST LITANY by ROBERT GRANT (1785-1838) MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |