[from Collected Works, T.E.Brown]
I KNOW tis but a loom of land,
Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice,
I know I cannot hear His voice
Upon the shore, nor see Him stand;
Yet is it land, ho ! land.
The land ! the land ! the lovely land!
" Far off" dost say ? Far offah, blessed home!
Farewell I farewell ! thou salt sea-foam!
Ah, keel upon the silver sand
Land, ho ! land.
You cannot see the land, my land,
You cannot see, and yet the land is there
My land, my land, through murky air
I did not say twas close at hand
Butland, ho ! land.
Dost hear the bells of my sweet land,
Dost hear the kine, dost hear the merry birds ?
No voice, tis true, no spoken words,
No tongue that thou mayst understand ~j
Yet is it land, ho ! land
Its clad in purple mist, my land,
In regal robe it is apparelled,
A crown is set upon its head,
And on its breast a golden band
Land, ho ! land.
Dost wonder that I long for land ?
My land is not a land as others are
Upon its crest there beams a star,
And lilies grow upon the strand
Land, ho ! land.
Give me the helm ! there is the land!
Ha ! lusty mariners, she takes the breeze
And what my spirit sees it sees
Leap, bark, as leaps the thunderbrand
Land, ho ! land.
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