After long lab'ring in the windy ways, On smooth and shining tides Swiftly the great ship glides, Her storms forgot, her weary watches past; Northward she glides and thro' th' enchanted haze Faint on the verge her far hope dawns at last. The phantom skyline of a shadowy down, Whose pale white cliffs below, Thro' sunny mist a-glow, Like noonday ghosts of summer moonshine gleam - Soft as old sorrow, bright as old renown, There lies the home of all our mortal dream.
- by Henry Newbolt, Sir (1862 - 1938), "Homeward bound", appears in The Island Race, first published 1908 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Homeward bound", op. 91 no. 4 (1904), published 1904 [baritone, TTBB chorus, and orchestra], from Songs of the Sea, no. 4. [text verified 1 time]
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