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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Native Land</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT chanced to me upon a time to sail <br>Across the Southern Ocean to and fro; <br>And, landing at fair isles, by stream and vale <br>Of sensuous blessing did we ofttimes go. <br>And months of dreamy joys, like joys in sleep, <br>Or like a clear, calm stream o'er mossy stone, <br>Unnoted passed our hearts with voiceless sweep, <br>And left us yearning still for lands unknown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when we found one,—for 'tis soon to find<br>In thousand-isled Cathay another isle,— <br>For one short noon its treasures filled the mind, <br>And then again we yearned, and ceased to smile. <br>And so it was, from isle to isle we passed, <br>Like wanton bees or boys on flowers or lips; <br>And when that all was tasted, then at last<br>We thirsted still for draughts instead of sips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I learned from this there is no Southern land<br>Can fill with love the hearts of Northern men. <br>Sick minds need change; but, when in health they stand<br>'Neath foreign skies, their love flies home again. <br>And thus with me it was: the yearning turned<br>From laden airs of cinnamon away, <br>And stretched far westward, while the full heart burned<br>With love for Ireland, looking on Cathay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My first dear love, all dearer for thy grief!<br>My land, that has no peer in all the sea <br>For verdure, vale, or river, flower or leaf,—<br>If first to no man else, thou'rt first to me. <br>New loves may come with duties, but the first<br>Is deepest yet,—the mother's breath and smiles: <br>Like that kind face and breast where I was nursed<br>Is my poor land, the Niobe of isles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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And, landing at fair isles, by stream and vale 
Of sensuous blessing did we ofttimes go. 
And months of dreamy joys, like joys in sleep, 
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