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Here am I homeward from my wandering,

Here am I homeward and my heart is healed.

If I was thirsty, I have heard a spring.

If I was dusty, I have found a field.

I was like one that keeps the deck by night

Bearing the tiller up against his breast;

I was like one whose soul is centred quite

In holding course although so hardly prest,

And veers with veering shock now left now right,

And strains his foothold still and still makes play

Of bending beams until the sacred light

Shows him high lands and heralds up the day.

But now such busy work of battle past

I am like one whose barque at bar at last

Comes hardly heeling down the adventurous breeze;

And entering calmer seas,

I am like one that brings his merchandise

To Californian skies.

Rise up and do begin the day’s adorning;

The Summer dark is but the dawn of day.

The last of sunset fades into the morning;

The morning calls you from the dark away.

The holy mist, the white mist of the morning

Was wreathing upward on my lonely way.