WHEN by the hand of God man was created, He took the dust of the earth from every quarter— From east and west, and from the north and south— That wheresoever man might wander forth, He should be still at home; and, when a-dying, On some far distant western shore, and seeking A shelter on the bosom of the Mother, The earth might not refuse to clasp him saying, "My offspring art thou not, O roving Eastern." Wherever now the foot of Man shall bear him, Wherever by the final call o'ertaken, He is no stranger reckoned, or an outcast, But hears exclaim the Universal Mother, "Come, child of mine, and slumber in my bosom." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG THE ARCHITECT AT THE EDGE OF THE SEA by KAREN SWENSON D.G.C. TO J.A by EMILY JANE BRONTE A COURT LADY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |