Kingdom of Love

            Ella Wheeler Wilcox

            In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth
            Reflected the sunrise above,
            I set forth with a heart full of courage and mirth
            To seek for the Kingdom of Love.
            I asked of a Poet I met on the way
            Which cross-road would lead me aright.
            And he said: "Follow me, and not long you shall see
            Its glittering turrets of light."

            And soon in the distance a city shone fair,
            "Look yonder," he said; "how it gleams!"
            But alas! for the hopes that were doomed to despair,
            It was only the "Kingdom of Dreams."
            Then the next man I asked was a gay Cavalier,
            And he said: "Follow me, follow me;"
            And with laughter and song we went speeding along
            By the shores of Life's beautiful sea.

            Then we came to a valley more tropical far
            Than the wonderful vale of Cashmere,
            And I saw from a bower a face like a flower
            Smile out on the gay Cavalier.
            And he said: "We have come to humanity's goal:
            Here love and delight are intense."
            But alas and alas! for the hopes of my soul
            It was only the "Kingdom of Sense."

            As I journeyed more slowly I met on the road
            A coach with retainers behind.
            And they said: "Follow me, for our Lady's abode
            Belongs in that realm, you will find."
            'Twas a grand dame of fashion, a newly made bride,
            I followed, encouraged and bold;
            But my hopes died away like the last gleams of day,
            For we came to the "Kingdom of Gold."

            At the door of a cottage I asked a fair maid.
            "I have heard of that realm," she replied;
            "But my feet never roam from the "Kingdom of Home,"
            So I know not the way," and she sighed.
            I looked on the cottage; how restful it seemed!
            And the maid was as fair as a dove.
            Great light glorified my soul as I cried:
            "Why home is the 'Kingdom of Love!'"


            Requested by Elsa ~ July, 1999