[He travels southward, and looks around;]

I journeyed from my native spot

   Across the south sea shine,

And found that people in hall and cot

Laboured and suffered each his lot

   Even as I did mine.

[and cannot discern the boundary]

Thus noting them in meads and marts

   It did not seem to me

That my dear country with its hearts,

Minds, yearnings, worse and better parts

   Had ended with the sea.

[of his native country;]

I further and further went anon,

   As such I still surveyed,

And further yet—yea, on and on,

And all the men I looked upon

   Had heart-strings fellow-made.

[or where his duties to his fellow-creatures end;]

I traced the whole terrestrial round,

   Homing the other side;

Then said I, “What is there to bound

My denizenship?  It seems I have found

   Its scope to be world-wide.”

[nor who are his enemies]

I asked me: “Whom have I to fight,

   And whom have I to dare,

And whom to weaken, crush, and blight?

My country seems to have kept in sight

   On my way everywhere.”

1913.