George Pope Morris (Джордж Поуп Моррис)
Land-Ho!
UP, UP WITH THE SIGNAL!—The land is in sight! We'll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night! The cold cheerless ocean in safety we've passed, And the warm genial earth glads our vision at last. In the land of the stranger true hearts we shall find, To soothe us in absence of those left behind. Land!—land-ho!—All hearts glow with joy at the sight! We'll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night! THE SIGNAL IS WAVING!—Till morn we'll remain, Then part in the hope to meet one day again! Round the hearth-stone of home in the land of our birth, The holiest spot on the face of the earth! Dear country! our thoughts are as constant to thee As the steel to the star, or the stream to the sea. Ho!—land-ho!—We near it!—We bound at the sight! Then be happy, if never again, boys, to-night! THE SIGNAL IS ANSWERED!—The foam-sparkles rise Like tears from the fountain of joy to the eyes! May rain-drops that fall from the storm-clouds of care, Melt away in the sun-beaming smiles of the fair! One health, as chime gaily the nautical bells: To woman—God bless her!—wherever she dwells! THE PILOT'S ON BOARD!—thank heaven, all's right! So be happy, if never again, boys, to-night!
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