LONDON

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, 1 October 1927, Page 15

LONDON

You may sail on the Seven Seas afar, You may wander the wide world o’er; Lured on by the light of an Eastern star Or the sun of a Southern shore: The winds of the West may beckon you there. And you’ll answer their old wild call. Or you may fare forth to the frozen North Where the pine trees are dank and tall. From Spain to Peru, from Rome to Japan Your wandering footseps may tread: From Alaskan snows to Afghanistan With a tropical sun o’erhead; The African desert may challenge vou And under Egyptian skies Your soul shall rest on its endless quest For the Garden of Paradise. But you who speak with an ancient tongue That is spoken by half a world. You may go wherever the seas are flung. Wherever your flag is unfurled: And you'll scorn content, though you seek for peace. You'll wander, but vainLr roam: For the restless cry you think to deny Is the cry of your heart for home. Back at last to the home of the race! Back, then, to the mighty old town Where the old fog shimmers over its face And the old clock tower Yearns down. The Empire's children must turn at last To the place where Empire began; Though forever he roam there’s onlv one home For the heart of an Englishman! —Olive G. Care.