FRIENDS and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode, <br />But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road. <br /> <br />Not for us are content, and quiet, and peace of mind, <br />For we go seeking a city that we shall never find. <br /> <br />There is no solace on earth for us--for such as we-- <br />Who search for a hidden city that we shall never see. <br /> <br />Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, <br />And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again. <br /> <br />We seek the City of God, and the haunt where beauty dwells, <br />And we find the noisy mart and the sound of burial bells. <br /> <br />Never the golden city, where radiant people meet, <br />But the dolorous town where mourners are going about the street. <br /> <br />We travel the dusty road till the light of the day is dim, <br />And sunset shows us spires away on the world's rim. <br /> <br />We travel from dawn to dusk, till the day is past and by, <br />Seeking the Holy City beyond the rim of the sky. <br /> <br />Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blest abode, <br />But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.<br /><br />John Masefield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-seekers/
