Dear Earth, near Earth, the clay that made us men, <br />The land we sowed, <br />The hearth that glowed--- <br />O Mother, must we bid farewell to thee? <br />Fast dawns the last dawn, and what shall comfort then <br />The lonely hearts that roam the outer sea? <br /> <br />Gray wakes the daybreak, the shivering sails are set, <br />To misty deeps <br />The channel sweeps--- <br />O Mother, think on us who think on thee! <br />Earth-home, birth-home, with love remember yet <br />The sons in exile on the eternal sea.<br /><br />Sir Henry Newbolt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outward-bound-3/
