He said he would come to meet me When I came over the hill. I have grown weary of this lonely climb But I must journey on Until I reach the highest peak. Then on some fair and radiant morn From a great glorious height, I shall behold him from afar coming With welcoming outstretched arms. No longer need I fear the world's alarms So gently he will take my hand and guide my feet To where the peaceful valley lies. Then I shall know that I have found at last -- My long lost paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND WELCOME by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE DUG-OUT by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET: 99 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |