To a Traveller
Lionel Johnson
1867 to 1902
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Earth, whom thy swift feet pressed:
The mountains, and the lonely death at last
Thou, and thine arduous days.
That labour and this end.
His glory over thee, O heart of might!
Thou art indeed at rest:
Upon the lonely mountains: O strong friend!
Earth gave thee of her best,
Earth, whom the vast stars crown.
Fare thee well, O strong heart! The tranquil night
Upon the great hills, up the great streams: now
Thou art indeed at rest:
Earth gives thee perfect rest:
Looks calmly on thee: and the sun pours down
Earth was thy mother, and her true son thou:
The wandering over, and the labour passed,
Earth called thee to a knowledge of her ways,
Upon earth's kindly breast