THE PEOPLE WIDE open, ye doors, and raise up high, O gate, We are coming again, who have waited so long— With shouts and rejoicing, with music and song; Then haste ye, companions, nor linger nor wait. ZION O not as a beggar that seeketh for alms, As conquering host ye are coming to me, From valley and mountain, from land and from sea With thunder of trumpets and waving of palms. THE PEOPLE Our flag shall be planted on Zion's fair side, We shall rest in its shade, who have wandered so long, Our tears turned to laughter, our sighs into song, Rejoicing as Bridegroom that greeteth his Bride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY THE REVEALER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 6. RUINS OF PAESTUM by SARA TEASDALE |