New senses woke within, new powers were rife,
Nature baptized me into fuller life!
Thy land of death has own'd me for her guest,
I bear her olive-branch upon my breast;
I turn me homeward with the symbol dear,
Gift of good spirits while I linger'd here.
Thou Corsican, farewell! in yonder bay
Swell my white sails, and summon me away.
May God reward thee for thy roof-tree's shade,
Thy fruits, thy wine, before the stranger laid.