The Three Givers

E NGLAND gave me sun and storm,
The food whereon my spirit throve;
America gave me hand-grasps warm,
And Ireland gave me her I love.

Heirs of unequal wealth they are,
These lands of fame, these givers three;
And it was the poorest one by far,
That gave the richest gift to me.
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