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PRAIRIE GREYHOUNDS; C.P.R. 'NO. 2, EASTBOUND' by EMILY PAULINE JOHNSON

First Line: I SWING TO THE LAND OF THE MORN
Last Line: FOR I AM THE HOMEWARD-BOUND.
Subject(s): RAILROADS; RAILWAYS; TRAINS;
I swing to the land of morn;
The grey old east with its grey old seas,
The land of leisure, the land of ease,
The land of flowers and fruits and trees,
And the place where we were born.

Freighted with wealth I come;
For he who many a moon has spent
Far out west on adventure bent,
With well-worn pick and a folded tent,
Is bringing his bullion home.

I never will be renowned,
As my twin that swings to the western marts,
For I am she of the humbler parts,
But I am the joy of the waiting hearts;
For I am the Homeward-bound.



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