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, my heart, thou hast found thy home! From gloom and sorrow thou hast come forth, Thou who wast foolish, and sought to roam 'Neath the cruel stars of the frozen North.

Thou hast returned to thy dear delights; The golden glow of the quivering days, The silver silence of tropical nights, No more to wander in alien ways.

Here, each star is a well-loved friend; To me and my heart at the journey's end.

These are my people, and this my land, I hear the pulse of her secret soul. This is the life that I understand, Savage and simple and sane and whole.

Washed in the light of a clear fierce sun,— Heart, my heart, the journey is done.

See! the painted piece of the skies, Where the rose-hued opal of sunset lies. Hear the passionate Koel calling From coral trees, where the dusk is falling. 50