A ship must have harbor, a bird must have nest, Or what were the use of the cruise or the quest? Oh, that is their dream on the wing, o'er the foam -- Some headland a haven, some maple a home! A path must have gate and a journey have end, Each footstep must lead to the house of a friend. Oh, what were the use of the laurel we wear With no one to know it and no one to care? So say not that you are but little in life, For this is man's harbor -- the heart of his wife. No loss can discourage, defeat never grieves, With that inspiration -- a wife who believes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON |