WORN voyagers, who watch for land Across the endless wastes of sea, Who gaze before and on each hand, Why look ye not to what ye flee? The stars by which the sailors steer Not always rise before the prow; Though forward nought but clouds appear, Behind, they may be breaking now. What though we may not turn again To shores of childhood that we leave, Are those old signs we followed vain? Can guides so oft found true deceive? Oh, sail we to the south or north, Oh, sail we to the east or west, The port from which we first put forth Is our heart's home, is our life's best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK MAMMY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU |