Poem by Henry Newbolt

Homeward Bound

After long labouring in the windy ways,
  On smooth and shining tides
  Swiftly the great ship glides,
    Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;
Northward she glides, and through the enchanted haze
    Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last.

The phantom sky-line of a shadowy down,
  Whose pale white cliffs below
  Through sunny mist aglow,
    Like noon-day ghosts of summer moonshine gleam---
Soft as old sorrow, bright as old renown,
    There lies the home, of all our mortal dream.

1. Waggon Hill
2. From Generation to Generation
3. Hawke
4. San Stefano
5. The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn

Henry Van Dyke Homeward Bound ("Home, for my heart still calls me")

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