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?