I know not whether to laugh or cry, So greatly, utterly glad am I: For one, whose beautiful love-lit face The distance hid for a weary space, Has come this day of all days to me, Who am his home and his own country What shall I say who am here at rest, Led from the good things up to the best? Little my knowledge, but this I know, It was God said; "Love each other so," O love, my love, who hast come to me, Thy love, thy home, and thy own country. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AN EPIGRAM ON SCOLDING by JONATHAN SWIFT AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY A PICTURE AT NEWSTEAD by MATTHEW ARNOLD SOLUTION OF THE CHARADE IN THE MUSEUM FOR OCTOBER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |