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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE NATIVE LAND, by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA
First Line: Clear fount of light! My native land on high
Last Line: That, whither love aspires, there shall my dwelling be.
Variant Title(s): My Native Land
Subject(s): Exiles; Grief; Sorrow; Sadness
First Line: Clear fount of light! My native land on high
Last Line: That, whither love aspires, there shall my dwelling be.
Variant Title(s): My Native Land
Subject(s): Exiles; Grief; Sorrow; Sadness
Clear fount of light! my native land on high,
Bright with a glory that shall never fade!
Mansion of truth! without a veil or shade,
Thy holy quiet meets the spirit's eye.
There dwells the soul in its ethereal essence,
Gasping no longer for life's feeble breath;
But, sentinelled in heaven, its glorious presence
With pitying eye beholds, yet fears not, death.
Beloved country! banished from thy shore,
A stranger in this prison-house of clay,
The exiled spirit weeps and sighs for thee!
Heavenward the bright perfections I adore
Direct, and the sure promise cheers the way,
That, whither love aspires, there shall my dwelling be.
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