For-as-much as I do love the stretching sea, 



The heavens blue, the leaf of vine and tree, 

 The mountain and the valley and the plain, 



And find in desert places founts of gain; 

 And since I love the song birds and the flowers, 



The day, the night, the dark, the sunny hours, 

 And for my fellow man, whoe'er he be, 



Have feelings fond, and truly neighborly, 

 It matters little where I chance to roam— 



I'm never far from home* 



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