Nearing Home

We'ie nearii g hume- n few dnys inoro. And p-.var.l frwn that sim üned tnaia M'ill slowly ri the bloKsed jhu'-e Thai wo ve so yearned to tea again. Bilt ns W) nenr That. 0Ot K) deur And fceljoy'i puin ur boaoret ihnll, The viiice "f f1-''"" Ir vvliÍ5,Hring noar And ak- ar w Jot tbere UU! Du all thoe eyrs m earlh still dweil To grett lis liunic? Ah! wlio Ciin teil? Ltmg notlt'Kl ha? pasased !n homcward fliglil Sinc m-w from hosc dr henrts buileJ. And linie era neon oft brinïs n bil ebt TojoysoM .vhich trut niorn he miled Thui ns wc nenr Tlmt land so Jcar, Wil h jcy's emotion in oor eyes. The voice of fi'.ir In aeccnta drcnr, Asks- is it, well with ihose w prize? And tbougli glunce respond AM' we!l ! Fear wliispers back- nli! wlio can teil? We're n-aring home! Tlie eatern 'trade' Siill vresies on our naili and spars, Dny's beami atv stilt on ooean luid And nighl aatmblet yet. lier stars. Oli! in our flight Bonoath ilieir hght, While in lov's soul doar 's the themc W hile ael-p, And watcli W ket?p, A'hat happy fccncs of home we dreaml Amidst their halo shall we dweil Once more - one more? Ah! who can teil? We're nearing home: our native land! Those jlustered States so blessed of henven! Can such a gift from God's great hand Be iightly prized - be rashly given T Durk rumor's tongue Such dread notes rung Befoie we left thu Indias ; But. failh still stnilcs, And hopes beguiles - Tliry sing to patriot h.ars a chime I While in the soul such anthem's swell ! We'U cease to sigh : Ah ! who cnn iell ? At Sea, April 8ih, 1661.