And youth was on my brow—
“But time hath wrought a wondrous change
In all I loved—and me!
I prize thee, native land—but more,
My home beyond the sea.
“O Burmah! shrouded in the pall
Of error’s dreadful night!
For wings—for wings once more to bear
To thy dark shores the light:
“To rear upon thy templed hills.