A Dedication to My Friend Dr. N. D. Gaddy, of Lovett, Indiana
TO MY FRIEND DR. N. D. GADDY, OF LOVETT, INDIANA
Friend in the younger England far away, —
The great free land beneath whose boundless skies
Singers as large of spirit shall arise
When its dawn broadens to a golden day; —
Friend who didst travel o'er the sea-wastes grey
That guard us, — eager with recipient eyes
Once to behold the land whose heart supplies
The hearts that rule the peoples who obey: —
Friend, whom once seeing I shall not forget,
Take, if thou wilt, these songs of English seas, —
Full of the flower-breath of the English breeze
And with salt English clustering spray-drops wet; —
Take them: in memory that we once have met, —
Once, here, at home, — beneath thy ancestral trees.
Friend in the younger England far away, —
The great free land beneath whose boundless skies
Singers as large of spirit shall arise
When its dawn broadens to a golden day; —
Friend who didst travel o'er the sea-wastes grey
That guard us, — eager with recipient eyes
Once to behold the land whose heart supplies
The hearts that rule the peoples who obey: —
Friend, whom once seeing I shall not forget,
Take, if thou wilt, these songs of English seas, —
Full of the flower-breath of the English breeze
And with salt English clustering spray-drops wet; —
Take them: in memory that we once have met, —
Once, here, at home, — beneath thy ancestral trees.
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