The Home Call
(On Receiving an Honorable Release to Return Home)
Millennial Star 68.35 (1906): 560
The charm of England’s smiling fields,
Of Scotland’s hills and lochs between,
OF Ireland’s stretch of cooling green,
To homeland’s stronger summons yields.
A gray-sage reach of barren plain,
A Wild aroma of the hills,
A gentle murmur of the rills—
These draw me westward once again.
Away from man and man’s control,
Among eternal solitudes,
I dwelt so near to Nature’s moods,
So near to Nature’s very soul.
The spell yet holds, where’er I roam;
Nor tow’ring cities, busy marts,
With all that wealth or art imparts,
Can break the charm that draws me home.
My home is desert-girt, I know—
The stars by night, the sun by day
Sine down upon the dusty way—
And yet it calls, and I must go.
Liverpool, August, 1906 Nephi Anderson