Poems (Jackson)/Land

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LAND.
O LAND, sweet land! New World! my world!No mortal knows what seas I sailWith hope and faith which never fail,With heart and will which never quail, ​Till on thy shore my sails are furled,O land, sweet land! New World! my world!
O land, sweet land! New World! my world!I cross again, again, againThe magic seas. Each time I reignCrowned conqueror. Each time remainNew shores on which my sails are furled,A sweeter land! A newer world!
O world, New World! Sweet land, my land!I come to-day, as first I came.The sea is swift, the sky is flame.My low song sings thy nameless name.Lovers who love, ye understand!O sweetest world! O sweetest world!
 October 2, 1871.

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