O dearest, dearest boy! my heartFor better lore would seldom yearn,Could I but teach the hundredth partOf what from thee I learn.
Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?Come, blessed barrier between day and day,Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
I traveled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea: Nor England! Did I know till then What love I bore to thee
We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.