Old Taylor Rd, Oxford courtesy of American Memory Project, Library of Congress

mercredi 9 janvier 2013

Coucher de soleil sur Nantucket, Massachusetts
(photographe : G. Gagliardi)

The road beyond the town.

Mickael EARLS (1912).

A road goes up a pleasant hill,

And a little house looks down:

Ah! but I see the roadway still

And the day I left the town.

The day I left my father's home,

It's many a year ago,

And a heart and hope were brave to roam

the long, long road I know.

The long, long road by hill and plain,

It's tired the heart might be:

But hope stayed bright in sun or rain,

And a Voice that called to me.

A Voice that called me over the hill

And out of the little town:

Ah! but I see the roadway still.

And the good house looking down.

The house that spake me never a No!

As I started brave away,

But said with a blessing, Go!

And followed me every day.

It followed me down the road of years,

For a father's heart is true,

And joy is sweet in a mother's tears

For the deeds her child may do.

The poor little deeds, all powerless

For the Kingdom of God would be,

Save in His mercy will He bless

The road that goes with me:

The road that left a pleasant hill,

Where a little house looks down:

Ah! but I bless the roadway still,

And the land beyond the town.

in Anthology of Massachusetts Poets, William Stanley Braithwaite Editor (2000).