And so he is done with roaming, He never will seek again The seas that are wide and foaming, The towns and the trails of men? Perhaps, but he'll find things zestless In a heaven of placid bliss And his soul will grow keen and restless For the joys of the road he'll miss. And I fancy the Lord, up yonder, Will say, with a smiling face, "Oh, venturesome soul, go wander The limitless paths of space, "Go ramble the huge scheme over To the uttermost frigid star, So, tramp as you will, brave rover, With never a let or bar!" And the soul of our friend shall render His thanks to the Lord, all-wise, And his face shall be filled with splendor As he issues from paradise, For the spell of the road shall bind him, That magic which cannot fail, And with never a glance behind him He'll wander the astral trail! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.P.: 4 by GEORGE SANTAYANA MY MOTHER LEFT ME by KAREN SWENSON IN A STRANGE CITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY by ROBERT BROWNING RIDDLE: TEETH AND GUMS by MOTHER GOOSE |