Arthur Henry Adams (Артур Генри Адамс)

My Land

A NEW land, like a stainless flower set
In the green foliage of the waving sea;
Or like a maiden whose fair heart is free,
Whose honest eyes with no sad tears are wet,
Whose bosom has no passion to forget,
But thrills and lifts exuberant, as she
Voices some sudden-flooding melody!
A land of strength, life, vigour, youth — and yet
An old land, grey as I, her child, am grey;
Filled with the whispers of old thoughts that stir
And wake, like shadows of the past that play
Deep in the beauty of a child's grave eyes,
And show beneath life's gladness glancing there
The pathos of a hundred histories.

1. To My Love
2. Antagonists
3. Bond Street
4. King Street
5. A Portrait

Thomas Davis (Томас Дэвис) My Land ("She is a rich and rare land")

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