Poems (Jackson)/Land
LAND.
LAND, sweet land! New World! my world!No mortal knows what seas I sailWith hope and faith which never fail,With heart and will which never quail, Till on thy shore my sails are furled,O land, sweet land! New World! my world!O land, sweet land! New World! my world!I cross again, again, againThe magic seas. Each time I reignCrowned conqueror. Each time remainNew shores on which my sails are furled,A sweeter land! A newer world!
O world, New World! Sweet land, my land!I come to-day, as first I came.The sea is swift, the sky is flame.My low song sings thy nameless name.Lovers who love, ye understand!O sweetest world! O sweetest world!
October 2, 1871.