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...ASPECTS OF THE PINES by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE SONNET: 73 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE QUESTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY DAWN ON THE HILLS (FROM A HOTEL WINDOW) by LILLIAN ATCHERSON SHEEP AT MOUNTAIN PASTURE by MARGARET CARROLL BRADY |