Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WRITTEN AT AN INN, by GEORGE HORNE



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First Line: From much-loved friends whene'er I part
Last Line: "arise, my soul, and let us go."
Subject(s): Hotels; Inns; Innskeepers; Motels; Boarding Houses


"From much-loved friends whene'er I part,
A pensive sadness fills my heart;
Past scenes my fancy wanders o'er,
And sighs to think they are no more.

Along the road I musing go,
O'er many a deep and miry slough;
The shrouded moon withdraws her light,
And leaves me to the gloomy night.

An inn receives me, where, unknown,
I solitary sit me down:
Many I hear, and some I see,
I nought to them, they nought to me.

Thus in these regions of the dead,
A pilgrim's wandering life I lead,
And still at every step declare,
I've no abiding city here:

For very far from hence I dwell,
And therefore bid the world farewell,
Finding of all the joys it gives,
A sad remembrance only lives.

Rough stumbling stones my steps o'erthrow,
And lay a wandering sinner low;
Yet still my course to heaven I steer,
Though neither moon nor stars appear!

The world is like an inn; for there
Men call, and storm, and drink, and swear;
While undisturbed a Christian waits,
And reads, and writes, and meditates.

Though in the dark ofttimes I stray,
The Lord shall light me on my way,
And to the city of the sun
Conduct me, when my journey's done.

There by these eyes shall he be seen,
Who sojourned for me at an inn;
On Sion's hill I those shall hail
From whom I parted in the vale.

Why am I heavy then and sad
When thoughts like these should make me glad
Muse then no more on things below;
Arise, my soul, and let us go."





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