Out of the fires of the sunset come we again to our own <br />We have girdled the world in our sailing under many an orient star; <br />Still to our battered canvas the scents of the spice gales cling, <br />And our hearts are swelling within us as we cross the harbor bar. <br /> <br />Beyond are the dusky hills where the twilight hangs in the pine trees, <br />Below are the lights of home where are watching the tender eyes <br />We have dreamed of on fretted seas in the hours of long night-watches, <br />Ever a beacon to us as we looked to the stranger skies. <br /> <br />Hark! how the wind comes out of the haven's arms to greet us, <br />Bringing with it the song that is sung on the ancient shore! <br />Shipmates, furl we our sailswe have left the seas behind us, <br />Gladly finding at last our homes and our loves once more.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-port/
