Beyond the cities I have seen, Beyond the wrack and din, There is a wide and fair demesne Where I have never been. Away from desert wastes of greed, Over the peaks of pride, Across the seas of mortal need Its citizens abide. And through the distance though I see How stern must be the fare, My feet are ever fain to be Upon the journey there. In that far land the only school The dwellers all attend Is built upon the Golden Rule, And man to man is friend. No war is there nor war's distress, But truth and love increase— It is a realm of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace. This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on January 12, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets. |
0 comments:
Post a Comment