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6 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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" O sea betwixt our slighted isle And that wide bounteous West That has such magic in her smile To lure away our best —
"Bring back, bring back the guiding keel; Bring fast the home-bound ship ; Mine eyes look out; I faint to feel The touch of hand and lip.
" And is that land so much more fair, So much more rich that shore Than this, where, prodigal of care, I nursed the sons I bore ?
" I nursed them at my yielding breast, I reared them at my knee, They left me for the golden West; They left me for the sea.
" With hungry heart, and eyes that strove In vain their eyes to meet, And all my lavish mother's love Beat backward to my feet —
"Like that broad stream that runs, and raves, And floweth grandly out, But the salt billows catch its waves, And fling them all about —
" The bitter world washed out my claim ; In childhood it was dear, But youth forgets, and manhood came, And dashed it far and near. |
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