THE HOMESICK ENGLISHMAN

Dominion, Volume 12, Issue 72, 19 December 1918, Page 5

THE HOMESICK ENGLISHMAN

_ 6 . (By Rowlands Coldicolt, in the "Westminster Gazette.") Terraced rocks of lavender groy, • Cooling winds from off tho sea, f> Road that runs Jerusalem-way, ' Nothing to me! Nothing to me! Girls in an English garden at play, Shimmer of green that tells of spring, England! all in the month of May, Everything,—O everything! Old red wine from a monkish hoard, Honey that conies from tho Hebrew bee, The lovely flowers these hills afford, Nothing to me! Nothing to me! Daisies set on an Englisn eward, Toadstools growing in a ring, , Roses, honey, ale—good Lord! Everything,—o everything! Omar's mosque in the sunset light, A broken arch and a cypress tree— The heaven is blue and the arch is whiteNothing to me! Nothing to me I Battersea Road on a Saturday night, Al! in the street α-huckstering, Whelks and vinegar stomach's delight, Everything,—O everything! Balua's lake is red with mud Emerald grasses there you seo, Oranges grow on trees at Ludd— Nothing to me! Nothing to me! Thames 's water out in flood, Sheep _ on- the hill-side pasturing, Cows in Sussex chewing the cud, Everything,—O everything! . Cairo,—Alex.: if you will, Luxor and its ancientry, Pay your money and take your fill, Nothing to me! Nothing to me! Penny toys at Ludgato Hill, Gullti at London Bridge on 'he wing, The traffic over it never still, EverytUing,-0 everything! Bondslave am I to tternity To a small island over the sea; Nor at the end shall I be thine, For all thy figs, O Palestine; Egypt, in vain thou spreadst the feast, I'm lured not by the luring East, Understand, whoever can, This narrow-hearted Englishman.