A lavish hospitality,

Still waits through weary years to bind

The hearts of suffering human kind.

II

HOW far we roamed away from her,

H

The tender mother of us all!

Yet ’mid the city’s noises stir

The sound of birds that call and call,

Wind melodies that rise and fall

Along the perfumed woodland wall

We looked upon with childhood’s eyes;

The ugly streets are all a blur,

And in our hearts are homesick cries.

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III

THE loving earth that roots the trees

T

So closely to her inmost heart,

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