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_Now far from my old northern land, / I live where gentle winters pass; / Where green seas lave a wealthy strand, / And unsown is the grass_;
Where gorgeous sunsets claim the scope / Of gazing heaven to spread their show, / Hang scarlet clouds in the topmost cope, / With fringes flaming low;
With one beside me in whose eyes / Once more old Nature finds a home; / There treasures up her changeful skies, / Her phosphorescent foam.
O'er a new joy this day we bend, / Soft power from heaven our souls to lift; / A wondering wonder thou dost lend / With loan outpassing gift --
A little child. She sees the sun -- / Once more incarnates thy old law: / One born of two, two born in one, / Shall into one three draw.
But is there no day creeping on / Which I should tremble to renew? / I thank thee, Lord, for what is gone -- / Thine is the future too!
_And are we not at home in Thee, / And all this world a visioned show, / That, knowing what Abroad is, we / What Home is too may know_?