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Across a thousand miles of sea, a hundred leagues of land, / Along a path I had not traced and could not understand, / I travelled fast and far for this, -- to take thee by the hand.
A pilgrim knowing not the shrine where he would bend his knee, / A mariner without a dream of what his port would be, / So fared I with a seeking heart until I came to thee.
O cooler than a grove of palm in some heat-weary place, / O fairer than an isle of calm after the wild sea race, / The quiet room adorned with flowers where first I saw thy face!
Then furl the sail, let fall the oar, forget the paths of foam!
The fate that made me wander far at last has brought me home / To thee, dear haven of my heart, and I no more will roam.