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Rh They that walk with shaded brows,

Year by year in a shining land,

They be men of our Father's House,

They shall receive us and understand.

We shall go back by boltless doors,

To the life unaltered our childhood knew—

To the naked feet on the cool, dark floors,

And the high-ceiled rooms that the Trade blows through:

To the trumpet-flowers and the moon beyond,

And the tree-toad's chorus drowning all—

And the lisp of the split banana-frond

That talked us to sleep when we were small.

The wayside magic, the threshold spells,

Shall soon undo what the North has done—

Because of the sights and the sounds and the smells

That ran with our youth in the eye of the sun!

And Earth accepting shall ask no vows,

Nor the Sea our love nor our lover the Sky.

When we return to our Father's House

Only the English shall wonder why!