Near, for the same young moon so idly swinging
Her threadlike crescent bends the self-same smile
On that old land from whence a ship is bringing
My message from the transatlantic Isle.
Thus loves my heart that far old country better,
Because of those dear words that always come,
With love enfolded in each English letter
That drifts into my sun-kissed Western home.
Printed by Ballantyne, Hanson & Co.
London & Edinburgh
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