I'm back again! I'm back again! My foot is on the shore; I tread the bright and grassy plain Of my native home once more. My early love! my early love! Oh! will she love me now? With a darkened tinge upon my cheek, And scars upon my brow. Yes, that she will! yes that she will! The flame her youth confessed Will never lack its warmth, within Her pure and constant breast. I'm back again! I'm back again! My foot is on the shore; I tread the bright and grassy plain Of my native home once more. My early friend! my early friend! Oh! will he stretch his hand, To welcome back the wanderer To his long-forsaken land? Yes, that he will! yes, that he will! The vow in boyhood spoken, The vow so fond, so true as ours, Can ne'er be lightly broken. Hail, native clime! hail, native clime! Land of the brave and free! Though long estranged, thy exile ranged, His heart comes back to thee. I'm back again! I'm back again! My foot is on the shore; I tread the bright and grassy plain Of my native home once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A REASONABLE AFFLICTION (1) by MATTHEW PRIOR AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |