God's Vagabond
Robert William Service
A passion to be free Has ever mastered me; To none beneath the sun Will I bow down,—not one Shall leash my liberty. My life’s my own; I rise With glory in my eyes; And my concept of hell Is to be forced to sell Myself to one who buys. With heart of rebel I Man’s government defy; With hate of bondage born Monarch and mob I scorn: My King the Lord on high. God’s majesty I know; And worship in the glow Of beauty that I see, Of love embracing me; My heaven to be free: May it be ever so.
Next 10 Poems
- Robert William Service : Going Home
- Robert William Service : Golden Days
- Robert William Service : Good-bye, Little Cabin
- Robert William Service : Grandad
- Robert William Service : Grand-pa's Whim
- Robert William Service : Grand-pere
- Robert William Service : Grey Gull
- Robert William Service : Grin
- Robert William Service : Growing Old
- Robert William Service : Grumpy Grandpa
Previous 10 Poems
- Robert William Service : God's Skallywags
- Robert William Service : Gods In The Gutter
- Robert William Service : God's Grief
- Robert William Service : God's Battleground
- Robert William Service : Gipsy
- Robert William Service : Gignol
- Robert William Service : Ghosts
- Robert William Service : Gentle Gaoler
- Robert William Service : Gangrene
- Robert William Service : Futility