| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | My Fatherland (II.) | | By William Cranston Lawton (1853–1941) |
| | | THIS glimpse have we, no more. Did parents fond, | |
| Brothers, and kinsmen, hail his late return? | |
| Or did he, doubly exiled, only yearn | |
| To greet the Euxine’s waves at Trebizond, | |
| The blue Ægean, and Pallas’ towers beyond? | 5 |
| Mute is the record: we shall never learn. | |
| But when once more the well-worn page I turn, | |
| Forever by reluctant schoolboys conned, | |
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| A parable the tale to me appears, | |
| Of blacker waters in a drearier vale. | 10 |
| Ah me! when on that brink we exiles stand, | |
| As earthly lights and mortal accents fail, | |
| Shall voices long-forgotten reach our ears | |
| To tell us we have found our fatherland? | | | | |
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