| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | The Prisoner of Love (1904).
IX. Who goes Home? | | By Frederick William Orde Ward (1843–1922) |
| | | | “Here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come.” |
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TRAVELLER, traveller, whither bound | |
| On the journey thou dost tread? | |
| Every clod is heavenly ground, | |
| Or a graveyard of the dead; | |
| As thou makest it by deed | 5 |
| Charnal roof or church’s dome, | |
| Bleaching bones or blessèd seed— | |
| Who goes Home? | |
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| Traveller, traveller, each new stage | |
| Takes thee nearer to the close | 10 |
| Of thy mortal pilgrimage— | |
| Dust of doom or Sharon’s Rose; | |
| Each new step is something lost, | |
| Something gained, whate’er may come— | |
| Soon thy Jordan must be crost— | 15 |
| Who goes Home? | |
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| Traveller, traveller, at thy side | |
| Walketh Enemy or Friend, | |
| But alone the crucified | |
| Find the way is also end; | 20 |
| Hours and moments lightly flit, | |
| God will shut thy earthly time | |
| When the final page is writ— | |
| Who goes Home? | | | |
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