Thomas Edward Brown ( )

Land, Ho!

I know tis but a loom of land,
Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice,
I know I cannot hear His voice
Upon the shore, nor see Him stand;
Yet is it land, ho! land.

The land! the land! the lovely land!
Far off, dost say? Far offah, blessèd home!
Farewell! farewell! thou salt sea-foam!
Ah, keel upon the silver sand
Land, ho! land.

You cannot see the land, my land,
You cannot see, and yet the land is there
My land, my land, through murky air
I did not say twas close at hand
Butland, ho! land.

Dost hear the bells of my sweet land,
Dost hear the kine, dost hear the merry birds?
No voice, tis true, no spoken words,
No tongue that thou mayst understand
Yet is it land, ho! land.

Its clad in purple mist, my land,
In regal robe it is apparellèd,
A crown is set upon its head,
And on its breast a golden band
Land, ho! land.

Dost wonder that I long for land?
My land is not a land as others are
Upon its crest there beams a star,
And lilies grow upon the strand
Land, ho! land.

Give me the helm! there is the land!
Ha! lusty mariners, she takes the breeze!
And what my spirit sees it sees
Leap, bark, as leaps the thunderbrand
Land, ho! land. 

Thomas Edward Brown's other poems:
  1. Specula
  2. Braddan Vicarage
  3. Ibant Obscuræ
  4. Disguises
  5. Lynton Verses

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