Sailing homeward

Cliffs that rise a thousand feet

Without a break,

Lake that stretches a hundred miles

Without a wave,

[Sands that are white all through the year,

Without a stain,]

Pine-tree woods, winter and summer

Ever-green,

Streams that for ever flow and flow

Without a pause,

Trees that for twenty thousand years

Your vows have kept,

You have suddenly healed the pain of a traveller's heart,

And moved his brush to write a new song.