Last Refuge

(1870)

 

Cut through hard lands where cry the lowing beasts, 
Track furrowed paths where hunger once had roamed
Broad plains expanse, last refuge of the least.

Bitter winds blew here where manumit-fleeced 
Found lonely posts round russet red stone, who 
Cut through hard lands where cry the lowing beasts.

Tennyson’s pilgrims, weary hearts, hope ceased,
Man red and black, sojourned here, new Shiloh, 
Broad plains expanse, last refuge of the least.

Flourish freedom! Ripen dreams! we release 
wild flowers, red buds, wheat, barley in loam! 
Cut through hard lands where cry the lowing beasts

New hope spills on brittle, needy chutes; feast.
Wind-bent stilted spears in servitude shone
Broad plains expanse, last refuge of the least.

Plight of desire, dark struggles will cease,
wander not, yeoman, pilgrim, Beulah, home. 
Cut through hard lands where cry the lowing beasts
Broad plains expanse, last refuge of the least.