His Return To London
From the dull confines of the drooping
To see the day spring from the pregnant east,
Ravish'd in spirit,
I come, nay more,
I
To thee, blest place of my nativity!
Thus, thus with hallow'd foot I touch the ground,
With thousand blessings by thy fortune crown'd.
O fruitful genius! that bestowest
An everlasting plenty, year by year.
O place!
O people!
Manners! fram'd to
All nations, customs, kindreds, languages!
I am a free-born Roman; suffer
That I amongst you live a citizen.
London my home is, though by hard fate
Into a long and irksome banishment;
Yet since call'd back, henceforward let me be,
O native country, repossess'd by thee!
For, rather than I'll to the west return,
I'll beg of thee first here to have mine urn.
Weak I am grown, and must in short time fall;
Give thou my sacred relics burial.
Robert Herrick
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