Classic Poem

Dearest of all, Verannius! O my friend!
Hast thou come back from thy long pilgrimage,
With brothers twain in soul thy days to spend,
And by thy hearth-fire cheer thy mother's age?

And art thou truly come? Oh, welcome news!
And I shall see thee safe, and hear once more
Thy tales of Spain, its tribes, its feats, its views,
Flow as of old from thy exhaustless store.

And I shall gaze into thine eyes again!
And I again shall fold thee to my breast!
Oh, you who deem yourselves most blest of men,
Which of you all like unto me is blest?