Again thy winds are pealing in mine ear!
  Again thy waves are flashing in my sight!
  Thy memory-haunting tones again I hear,
  As, through the spray, our vessel wings her flight!
  On thy cerulean breast, now swelling high,
  Again, thou broad Atlantic, am I cast!
  Six years, with noiseless tread, have glided by,
  Since the unsounded deep I traversed last.
  The sea-birds o'er me wheel, as if to greet
  An old companion; on my naked brow,
  The sparkling foam-drops not unkindly beat;
  Flows through my hair the fresh'ning breeze---and now
  Th' horizon's ring enclasps me; and I stand,
Gazing where fades from view, cloud-like, my father-land!