KNOW'ST thou the land where the fair citron blows, Where the bright orange midst the foliage glows, Where soft winds greet us from the azure skies, Where silent myrtles, stately laurels rise, Know'st thou it well? 'Tis there, 'tis there, That I with thee, beloved one, would repair. Know'st thou the house? On columns rests its pile, Its halls are gleaming, and its chambers smile, And marble statues stand and gaze on me: "Poor child! what sorrow hath befallen thee?" Know'st thou it well? 'Tis there, 'tis there, That I with thee, protector, would repair! Know'st thou the mountain, and its cloudy bridge? The mule can scarcely find the misty ridge; In caverns dwells the dragon's olden brood, The frowning crag obstructs the raging flood. Know'st thou it well? 'Tis there, 'tis there, Our path lies -- Father -- thither, oh repair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC AND MEMORY by JOHN ALBEE ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON TO RUSSIA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER HERO TO LEANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON TREES AND WAVES by AL-ISRA'ILI A CREW POEM by EDWARD AUGUSTUS BLOUNT JR. TO A MISSIONARY, WHO ATTENDED ... MEETING OF BIBLE SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |