Once, lying in my berth at night, What time I sailed the China Seas, There came, like thought of future ease To him who wearies of the fight, A dream of home. Far from the din Of wind and wave my spirit flew. What mattered how the typhoon blew? I saw the city of my kin -- Its rivers twain. O native land! O Pennsylvania meadows sweet! O lanes where once with youthful feet I walked or, musing, long would stand! You must I love! Toward northern sky The needle turns, where'er we roam; So turns the wanderer's heart toward home: You must I love until I die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |