De talles' tree in Paradise, De Christian call de tree of life; And I hope dat trump might blow me home To de new Jerusalem. Blow your trumpet, Gabriel, Blow louder, louder; And I hope dat trump might blow me home To de new Jerusalem. Paul and Silas, bound in jail, Sing God's praise both night and day; And I hope dat trump might blow me home To de new Jerusalem. Blow your trumpet, Gabriel, Blow louder, louder; And I hope dat trump might blow me home To de new Jerusalem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH A POEM FROM THE EDGE OF AMERICA by JAMES GALVIN IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM |