Ye who have come to such an age Ye dream of that Great Pilgrimage, Think not to bid this roof farewell. Lo! our old smiles shall give you rest In those new mansions of the blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRELUDE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ROMAN ANEMONES by MATHILDE BLIND THE PHILOSOPHER by BERTON BRALEY |