That paradise the Arab dreams, Is far less sand and more fresh streams. The only heaven an Indian knows, Is hunting deer and buffaloes. The Yankee heaven -- to bring Fame forth By some freak show of what he's worth. The heaven that fills an English heart, Is Union Jacks in every part. The Irish heaven is heaven of old, When Satan cracked skulls manifold. The Scotsman has his heaven to come -- To argue his Creator dumb. The Welshman's heaven is singing airs -- No matter who feels sick and swears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE EXILE OF ERIN by THOMAS CAMPBELL ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD I AM NOT YOURS by SARA TEASDALE THE ROVER O' LOCHRYAN by HEW AINSLIE EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS MY DEMAND by MARION L. BERTRAND |