Hail! voyagers, hail! <br />Whence e'er ye come, where'er ye rove, <br />No calmer strand, <br />No sweeter land, <br />Will e'er ye view, than the Land of Love! <br /> <br />Hail! voyagers, hail! <br />To these, our shores, soft gales invite: <br />The palm plumes wave, <br />The billows lave, <br />And hither point fix'd stars of light! <br /> <br />Hail! voyagers, hail! <br />Think not our groves wide brood with gloom; <br />In this, our isle, <br />Bright flowers smile: <br />Full urns, rose-heaped, these valleys bloom. <br /> <br />Hail! voyagers, hail! <br />Be not deceived; renounce vain things; <br />Ye may not find <br />A tranquil mind, <br />Though hence ye sail with swiftest wings. <br /> <br />Hail! voyagers, hail! <br />Time flies full fast; life soon is o'er; <br />And ye may mourn, <br />That hither borne, <br />Ye left behind our pleasant shore.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-land-of-love-2/
