WHAT secret current of man's nature turns Unto the golden East with ceaseless flow? Still, where the sunbeam at its fountain burns, The pilgrim-spirit would adore and glow; Rapt in high thoughts, though weary, faint, and slow, Still doth the traveller through the deserts wind, Led by those old Chaldean stars, which know Where passed the shepherd-fathers of mankind. Is it some quenchless instinct, which from far Still points to where our alienated home Lay in bright peace? O thou true Eastern star! Saviour! atoning Lord! where'er we roam, Draw still our hearts to Thee, else, else how vain Their hope, the fair lost birthright to regain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BOSTON by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNETS FOR PICTURES: A VENETIAN PASTORAL (BY GIOGIONE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MEMORY'S DOOR by MARY OTTO ASHER |