IV

When Drake went out to seek for gold

Across the uncharted sea,

And saw the Western skies unfold

Their veils of mystery;

To lure him through the fevered hours

As nigh to death he lay,

There floated o'er the foreign flowers

A breath of English May:

And back to Devon shores again

His dreaming spirit flew

Over the splendid Spanish Main

To haunts his childhood knew,

Whispering “God forgive the blind

Desire that bade me roam,

I've sailed around the world to find

The sweetest way to home.”