In the Most Distant Lands
In the most distant lands we are scattered — each part a link in the long chain .
By all the rivers, not of Babylon alone, we have been sitting in search of a home .
Now the whole world is dear to us. There is pitched at the remotest shores a tent of ours .
Now the Vistula and the Rhine are dear to us, and the wide Dnieper also charms us with its murmur .
And the free Hudson beckons us with friendship. Here by its shores we at last get real rest .
Whatever song we hear, its tune seems familiar, whatever river purls, it awakens a yearning .
Every flag that flutters greets us familiarly, whatever ship is sailing — to a brother's land it goes .
By all the rivers, not of Babylon alone, we have been sitting in search of a home .
Now the whole world is dear to us. There is pitched at the remotest shores a tent of ours .
Now the Vistula and the Rhine are dear to us, and the wide Dnieper also charms us with its murmur .
And the free Hudson beckons us with friendship. Here by its shores we at last get real rest .
Whatever song we hear, its tune seems familiar, whatever river purls, it awakens a yearning .
Every flag that flutters greets us familiarly, whatever ship is sailing — to a brother's land it goes .
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