The Hudson
Where in its old historic splendor stands
The home of England’s far-farmed Parliament,
And waters of the Thames in calm content
At England’s fame flow slowly o’er their sands;
And where the Rhine past vine-entwined lands
Courses in castled beauty, there I went;
And far to Southern rivers, flower-besprent;
And to the icy streams of Northern strands.
Then mine own native shores I trod once more,
And, gazing on thy water’s majesty,
The memory, O Hudson, came to me
Of one who went to seek the wide world o’er
For Love, but found it not. Then home turned he
And saw his mother waiting at the door.