I am a stranger in the land Where my forefathers trod; A stranger I unto each heart, But not unto my God! I pass along the crowded streets, Unrecognized my name; This thought will come amid regrets -- My God is still the same! I seek with joy my childhood's home, But strangers claim the sod; Not knowing where my kindred roam, Still present is my God! They tell me that my friends all sleep Beneath the valley clod; Oh, is not faith submissive sweet! I have no friend save God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE RING AND THE CASTLE by AMY LOWELL |