Excerpt from Songs of the Kingdom
Songs of the Kingdom
Almost Home
I'm almost home at last,
Almost home,
Driving before the blast,
The sheeted foam,
The wrack and roar of waves
Eager to open graves.
Yea, but each comber laves
The shores of home!
Almost home at last,
Almost home!
Dark is the weltering past
I chose to roam:
Wrecks of the gifts of life,
Prizes, - the scars of strife.
Yea, but the winds are rife
With sounds of home!
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