HAIL, Ithaca, my loved paternal soil! How, after years of travel, war, and toil, How, after countless perils of the sea, My heart, returning, fondly clings to thee! Where I shall once more bless my father's age, And smooth the last steps of his pilgrimage; Again embrace my wife, again enjoy The sweet endearments of mine only boy. Now, from my soul, I feel how strong the chain That binds the passions to our native plain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOUTH'S IMMORTALITY by GEORGE SANTAYANA SUMMER (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO ALFRED TENNYSON, MY GRANDSON by ALFRED TENNYSON |