Citizen of the World

No longer of Him be it said
“He hath no place to lay His head.”

In every land a constant lamp
Flames by His small and mighty camp.

There is no strange and distant place
That is not gladdened by His face,
And every nation kneels to hail
The Splendor shining through Its veil.

Cloistered beside the shouting street,
Silent, He calls me to His feet.

Imprisoned for His love of me
He makes my spirit greatly free,

And through my lips that uttered sin
The King of Glory enters in.

Joyce Kilmer was an American convert and author of the famous poem, Trees, who was killed in the performance of patriotic duty in France in 1918.