by: Mary Elizabeth Blake
- HE green
is on the grass and the blue is in the sky,
- And the soft, wet winds of April hurry by;
- The earth laughs loud to the waves upon the shore,
- But I'm sad for the land I shall never see more.
- And often in the night time and often in the day
- I know by the tears that my heart is far away;
- I know by the tears that my heart is longing sore
- For the fair lost land I shall never see more.
- Peace is here and plenty, -- O the glad relief! --
- With laughing of the children between my soul and grief;
- Sorrow is behind us and happy days before, --
- But God be with the land I shall never see more!
- And deep shame upon me that any one should hear!
- The black cloud is gone of the hunger and the fear,
- The black care that sat like a wolf beside the door
- In the far, far land I shall never see more.
- Ever Blessed Savior! be not wroth with me!
- For all Thy gifts and mercies, praise and glory be;
- But the shadow's in my eyes for the little one I bore,
- Who's asleep in the land I shall never see more.
MORE POEMS BY MARY ELIZABETH BLAKE
"In Exile" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.