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There once again I stand on home	A
Though round me still there swirls the foam	A
Leaping athwart the vessel's track	B
To bid a wanderer welcome back	B
And though as yet through softening haze	C
White cliffs but vaguely greet my gaze	C
For England yours the waves the spray	D
And be one's foothold what it may	D
Wherever billow wafts or wends	E
Your soil is trodden your shore extends	E
How stern how sweet Though fresh from lands	F
Where soft seas heave on slumbering strands	F
And zephyrs moistened by the south	G
Seem kisses from an infant's mouth	G
My northern blood exults to face	H
The rapture of this rough embrace	H
Glowing in every vein to feel	I
The cordial caress of steel	I
From spear blue air and sword blue sea	J
The armour of your liberty	J
Braced by the manly air I reach	K
My soul out to the approaching beach	K
And own the instant I arrive	L
The dignity of being alive	L
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And now with forward faring feet	M
Eager I leap to land and greet	M
The hearty grasp the honest gaze	C
The voice that means the thing it says	N
The gait of men by birthright free	J
Unceremonial courtesy	J
None frown none cringe but fearless eyed	O
Are kindly all since side by side	O
Authority and Freedom reign	P
In twin equality and drain	P
Their sanction from the self same breast	Q
And Law is wise Will manifest	Q
Yes this is England frank and fair	R
I tread its turf I breathe its air	R
And catch from every stalwart lung	S
The music of my mother tongue	S
	-
And who are these that cluster round	T
With hastening feet and silvery sound	T
And eyes as liquid as the dawn	U
When laughs the dew on Kentish lawn	U
These England's daughters frank yet arch	V
Supple as April strong as March	V
Like pink white windflowers in the grove	W
That came while east and west wind strove	W
For mastery and Spring seemed late	X
Hardy alike and delicate	Y
How well their faces fit the scene	Z
The copses gray the hedgerows green	Z
The white veiled blackthorn gorse afire	A2
The cottage yew the village spire	A2
The pastures flecked with frisking lambs	B2
Around their gravely grazing dams	B2
The children loitering home from school	C2
Their hands and pinafores all full	D2
Of cuckoo pint and bluebell spike	E2
Gathered in dingle dell and dyke	E2
The comely homes one just can see	J
Through flowering belts of bush and tree	J
That all combine all all conspire	F2
To more than satisfy desire	F2
To make one love this lovely earth	G2
And bless Heaven for one's British birth	G2
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Bewitching climes where late I sought	H2
In change of scene a change of thought	H2
Refreshment from familiar ground	T
And what I sought for more than found	T
Where old enchantment haunteth still	I2
Ligurian coast and Tuscan hill	I2
Climes I have ventured oft and long	J2
To celebrate in faltering song	J2
Where fearless almond faery larch	V
Smiling disarm the frown of March	V
Snow hath no terrors frost no sting	K2
And playful Winter mimics Spring	K2
Deem me not thankless nor deny	L2
Fresh welcome from your shore and sky	L2
Repose from thought so oft implored	M2
And ne'er refused if now restored	M2
By you to health by you to home	A
Glad I return late glad to roam	A
For dear to me though wayside shrine	N2
By silent gorge or murmuring brine	N2
Dear though the barefoot peasant folk	O2
Who lop the vine and steer the yoke	O2
Of soft eyed sleek skinned creamy beeves	J
Up narrow ways to broad slant eaves	J
The stony mule tracks twisting slow	P2
Up slopes where cherry blossoms blow	P2
'Mid olive gray and ilex brown	Q2
On to some sun bronzed mountain town	Q2
The hush and cool of marble domes	J
Where wed to reverie one roams	J
Through transept chancel cloister cell	R2
Where still with far off faces dwell	R2
Sages and saints devoutly limned	M2
By hands long dust and eyes long dimmed	M2
Dear though all these and ne'er forgot	M2
No southern shore no sunniest spot	M2
Not Roccabruna's hamlet crest	M2
Not Eza's brow not Taggia's breast	M2
Not Bellosguardo's sunset hour	F2
Not Dante's seat nor Giotto's Tower	F2
Nor even Spiaggiascura's foam	A
Moisten and melt my heart like home	A
For here the cuckoo seems more glad	M2
The nightingale more sweetly sad	M2
Primroses more akin in gaze	J
To childlike wonder childlike ways	J
And all things that one sees and hears	J
Since rooted in the bygone years	J
And blending with their warm caress	J
A touch of homely tenderness	J
Bid the quick instinct in one's blood	M2
Pay tribute unto motherhood	M2
How should strange lands it boots not where	R
Divorce one from one's native air	R
Or in a loyal breast dethrone	S2
Unreasoning reverence for one's own	S2
Yet love and reason surely blend	M2
To stir this passion and commend	M2
And who will blame if though one seeks	J
In gentler tides and sterner peaks	J
That tower above a wider plain	P
Contrast to northern hill and main	P
I cherish still and hold apart	M2
The fondest feeling in my heart	M2
For where beneath one's parent sky	L2
Our dear ones live our dead ones lie	L2
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And you dear friend who linger still	I2
Beside the iris crested rill	I2
That silvers through your olives gray	D
From convent capped Fiesole	I2
Think not that I forget forswear	R
The scenes we lately vowed so fair	R
To these your wandering footsteps bring	K2
The freshness of an English Spring	K2
And even Florence sunnier glows	J
When Phyllis prattles and Ivor crows	J
And though among them still you stray	D
Sweet lengthening out a Tuscan May	D
You too will here return before	T2
Our Northern roses blow once more	T2
To prove to all of kindred birth	G2
For winsome grace and sterling worth	G2
Nothing can match where'er we roam	A
An English wife in English home	A

Alfred Austin

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