His Return Home to the Peninsula of Sirmio
O BEST of all the scattered spots that lie
In sea or lake,—apple of landscape's eye,—
How gladly do I drop within thy nest,
With what a sigh of full, contented rest,
Scarce able to believe my journey o'er,
And that these eyes behold thee safe once more!
Oh where 's the luxury like a loosened heart,
When the mind, breathing, lays its load apart,—
When we come home again, tired out, and spread
The greedy limbs o'er all the wished-for bed!
This, this alone is worth an age of toil.
Hail, lovely Sirmio! Hail, paternal soil!
Joy, my bright waters, joy; your master 's come
Laugh, every dimple on the cheek of home!
In sea or lake,—apple of landscape's eye,—
How gladly do I drop within thy nest,
With what a sigh of full, contented rest,
Scarce able to believe my journey o'er,
And that these eyes behold thee safe once more!
Oh where 's the luxury like a loosened heart,
When the mind, breathing, lays its load apart,—
When we come home again, tired out, and spread
The greedy limbs o'er all the wished-for bed!
This, this alone is worth an age of toil.
Hail, lovely Sirmio! Hail, paternal soil!
Joy, my bright waters, joy; your master 's come
Laugh, every dimple on the cheek of home!
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