Through many a land your journey ran,
And showed the best the world can boast:
Now tell me, traveller, if you can,
The place that pleased you most."
She laid her hands upon my breast,
And murmured gently in my ear,
"The place I loved and liked the best
Was in your arms, my dear!"
More verses by Henry Van Dyke
- Storm-Music
- The Wind Of Sorrow
- Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee
- Jeanne D'Arc
- They Who Tread The Path Of Labor