WHEN by the hand of God man was created, He took the dust of the earth from every quarter— From east and west, and from the north and south— That wheresoever man might wander forth, He should be still at home; and, when a-dying, On some far distant western shore, and seeking A shelter on the bosom of the Mother, The earth might not refuse to clasp him saying, "My offspring art thou not, O roving Eastern." Wherever now the foot of Man shall bear him, Wherever by the final call o'ertaken, He is no stranger reckoned, or an outcast, But hears exclaim the Universal Mother, "Come, child of mine, and slumber in my bosom." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE CABOOSE THOUGHTS by CARL SANDBURG AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN THE NUANCES OF MENDACITY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: SIXTH ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 6. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE SECOND EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |