Deeply, a stranger of our father’s house,
A never-resting Pilgrim of the Sea,[373] 655
Who finds at last an hour to his content
Beneath our roof. And others whom we love
Will seek us also, sisters of our hearts,[374]
And one, like them, a brother of our hearts,
Philosopher and Poet,[375] in whose sight 660
These mountains will rejoice with open joy.
—Such is our wealth; O Vale of Peace, we are
And must be, with God’s will, a happy band.