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ULYSSES ON HIS RETURN by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "HAIL, ITHACA, MY LOVED PATERNAL SOIL!"
Last Line: "NOW, FROM MY SOUL, I FEEL HOW STRONG THE CHAIN / THAT BINDS THE PASSIONS TO OUR NATIVE PLAIN"
Subject(s): "ITHACA, GREECE;"
HAIL, Ithaca, my loved paternal soil!
How, after years of travel, war, and toil,
How, after countless perils of the sea,
My heart, returning, fondly clings to thee!
Where I shall once more bless my father's age,
And smooth the last steps of his pilgrimage;
Again embrace my wife, again enjoy
The sweet endearments of mine only boy.
Now, from my soul, I feel how strong the chain
That binds the passions to our native plain.



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