At last I reach ole Englands soil <br />a craving for the english turf <br />for where on earth was heavens hand <br />but laying on my land of birth <br />it gleameth brightly in my heart <br />where maidens sing of my return <br />from yorkshire hill to cornish sand <br />and somerset to norfolks girth.<br /><br />Sir Knight of words<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-52/
