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Originally Posted by Stitchawl
Home is the hunter, home from the hill.
And the sailor home from the sea...
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Stitchawl
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This being National Poetry month (in the U.S.) I had to go find that:
Robert Louis Stevenson. 1850–1894
Requiem
UNDER the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you 'grave for me: 5
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
From:
http://www.bartleby.com/103/
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