Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again
That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
I found Him in the shining of the stars.