(SIX YEARS OLD) HIS feet whene'er they walk abroad By city ways must wend; @3Who cares?@1 he says, @3since every road Is country in the end.@1 Lover of daisies and the grass, Tree, bird and flower his friend; The dreary houses cease to pass, All's country in the end. The walls shut out the sun, the air, Mean sights depress, offend; Yet every street's a traveller For country in the end. His thoughts through smoke and shadows dull Like the lark's song ascend. Somewhere, he says, 'tis beautiful; All's country in the end. Beyond the clouds, beyond the smoke, In a green space descend, And meet with clear-eyed country-folk, And country in the end. Here moon and stars have dimmed their light, Hard trouble's hard to mend; Yet round some corner out of sight, Lies country in the end. Ho, traveller, take the stony road! Up, hearts, though shoulders bend! For even the hardest road, thank God, Finds country in the end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE I AM THE WAY' by ALICE MEYNELL FIRELIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE AMY WENTWORTH; FOR WILLIAM BRADFORD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |