Oh, there's joy in the spume and the wonder-spray That beats on the steamer's prow As it sails the seas on the homeward way To the land that the gods endow, For a Freeman's years 'neath a tropic sun Where the "Chinks" and the brown men thrive, Are the years of "Must," with a thought but one, The hope to return alive; So there's joy in the spume and the wonder-spray As it mists on the fevered brow Of the traveller bound on his homeward way To the land that the gods endow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |