FROM the threshold of the Dawn On we wander, always on Till the friendly light be gone @3Y' Allah! Y' Allah!@1 We are free-born sons of Fate, What care we for wealth or state Or the glory of the great? @3Y' Allah! Y' Allah!@1 Life may grant us or withhold Roof or raiment, bread or gold, But our hearts are gay and bold. @3Y' Allah! Y' Allah!@1 Time is like a wind that blows, The future is a folded rose, Who shall pluck it no man knows, @3Y' Allah! Y' Allah!@1 So we go a fearless band, The staff of freedom in our hand Wandering from land to land, @3Y' Allah! Y' Allah!@1 Till we meet the Night that brings Both to beggars and to kings The end of all their journeyings, @3Y' Allah! Y' Allah!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR |