In the States
With half a heart I wander here As from an age gone by A brother yet— though young in years, An elder brother, I. You speak another tongue than mine, Though both were English born. I towards the night of time decline, You mount into the morn. You shall grow great and strong and free, But age must still decay: To-morrow for the States— for me, England and Yesterday.
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