Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE RECOGNITION, by JOHANN NEPOMUK VOGL



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THE RECOGNITION, by            
First Line: A wandering youth with a cane in his hand
Last Line: By a mother's eye he is straightway known.


A wandering youth with a cane in his hand
Comes home again from a foreign land.

His hair is dusty, his face is brown;
Who will know him first in the little town?

He enters the town by the ancient gate
At the toll-bar leans a former mate:

The publican once was a cherished friend,
Gay hours at the tavern they used to spend.

But see, his old comrade knows him not:
His face is so sunburnt that he is forgot.

The youth wanders on with a greeting fleet,
And shakes off the dust from his tired feet.

From a window his love looks with gentle eyes.
"Be welcome, oh, loveliest maiden!" he cries.

See, even the maiden knows him not:
His face is so sunburnt that he is forgot.

So on he is strolling across the town:
A tear gleams bright on his check so brown.

There totters his mother from the church-door.
"God bless you!" he says, and nothing more.

But see, his old mother is sobbing with joy:
"My son!"--And she sinks on the breast of her boy.

No matter how sunburnt his face has grown,
By a mother's eye he is straightway known.





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