THE WANDERER. I am a wanderer. Lo, the Son of Man Had neither home nor place to lay his head. But ever weary, footsore, weak and wan He traversed o'er the fields and roads that led Unto the city of the holy ark, Healing the sick and giving sight to those Whose vision from their birth was ever dark; He was a wanderer until life's close. O you who act the Christ upon life's stage And teach by inference His subtle thought, I pray that in this dark and sordid age Your play will teach the world what Christ has taught; That you may ope the eyes of inner sight Which view the soul that God has given men, And by the virtue of that holy light Redeem each soul with purity again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS THE DAY AND THE WORK by EDWIN MARKHAM THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FIVE TREES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE VANTAGE POINT by ROBERT FROST MARY AND GABRIEL by RUPERT BROOKE A VIEW ACROSS THE ROMAN CAMPAGNA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |