Classic Poem

As a friend may greet a friend,
Meeting at a journey's end:
As Asister greets a brother,
I, thy mother's mother's mother —
I am come to meet thee, dear,
I am come to greet thee here.

In the land that is thine own,
In the land thou hast not known —
In the dear land,
In the far land,
There they laid me safe and deep,
There they bade me sleep my sleep.

Then a voice the silence broke:
I heard, I woke:
" Come to me: come to me."
Over land and over sea
Thou hast called me by my name:
And I came.

Little brother, little friend,
Over thee I bend,
And I whisper in thy ear: