Wherever you may chance to be — wherever you may roam, <br />Far away in foreign lands; or just at home sweet home; <br />It always gives you pleasure, it makes your heart strings hum <br />Just to hear <br />The words of cheer, <br />'I see you've travelled some.' <br /> <br />When you get a brother’s greeting, and he takes you by the hand, <br />It thrills you with a feeling that you cannot understand, <br />You feel that bond of brotherhood, that tie that’s sure to come <br />When you hear him say <br />In a friendly way <br />'I see you've travelled some.' <br /> <br />And if you are a stranger, in strange lands all alone <br />If fate has left you stranded, dead broke and far from home, <br />Oh, it's a grand and glorious feeling, it thrills you; makes you numb, <br />When he says with a grip <br />Of fellowship, <br />'I see you've travelled some.' <br /> <br />And when your final summons comes, to take a last long trip, <br />Adorned with Lambskin Apron White and gems of fellowship — <br />The Tiler at the Golden Gate, with Square and Level and Plumb <br />Will size up your pin <br />And say 'Walk In: <br />I see you've travelled some.'<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-see-you-ve-travelled-some/
