The Kingdom Of Love

In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth
    Reflected the sunrise above,
I set forth with a heart full of courage and mirth
    To seek for the Kingdom of Love.
I asked of a Poet I met on the way
    Which cross-road would lead me aright;
And he said "Follow me, and ere long you shall see
    Its glittering turrets of light."

And soon in the distance a city shone fair.
    "Look yonder," he said; "How it gleams!"
But alas! for the hopes that were doomed to despair,
    It was only the "Kingdom of Dreams."
Then the next man I asked was a gay Cavalier,
    And he said: "Follow me, follow me";
And with laughter and song we went speeding along
    By the shores of Life's beautiful sea.

Then we came to a valley more tropical far
    Than the wonderful vale of Cashmere,
And I saw from a bower a face like a flower
    Smile out on the gay Cavalier;
And he said: "We have come to humanity's goal:
    Here love and delight are intense."
But alas and alas! for the hopes of my soul -
    It was only the "Kingdom of Sense."

As I journeyed more slowly I met on the road
    A coach with retainers behind;
And they said: "Follow me, for our Lady's abode
    Belongs in that realm, you will find."
'Twas a grand dame of fashion, a newly-made bride,
    I followed, encouraged and bold;
But my hopes died away like the last gleams of day,
    For we came to the "Kingdom of Gold."

At the door of a cottage I asked a fair maid.
    "I have heard of that realm," she replied;
"But my feet never roam from the 'Kingdom of Home,'
    So I know not the way," and she sighed.
I looked on the cottage; how restful it seemed!
    And the maid was as fair as a dove.
Great light glorified my soul as I cried:
    "Why, Home is the 'Kingdom of Love'!"

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox was an American author and poet, born on November 5, 1850, and died on October 30, 1919. She was known for her works expressing optimistic views and moral lessons. Her most famous book was 'Poems of Passion'. Her poem 'Solitude' contains the famous lines, 'Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone'. Over her career, Wilcox became popularly known as a 'people's poet'.

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